The benefits of demonization

In a way, I am glad many of my family and peers liked to remind me early and often that I’d be a failure, and that I was essentially innately terrible.

Without that, I never would’ve had the impetus to escape Lake City, to do the wild and wonderful things I’ve done in my life, and I never would’ve been successful beyond even the remotest imaginings of my teenage mind.

So thank you, people, for treating me like utter trash. Tuns out this detritus floats in your cesspool, crystallizes in the dry air into something strong and unyielding, then blows away in the zephyr to a much better place.