The more that i think about it, the more i decide that i would not change the past — not one thing. Those past decisions, however foolish, … they made me who i am today.

I used to be a really cool guy. I was that hairy sexy funny guy in his 20s who wore tank tops and went running, you know, like ten miles a week. It was the 90s. It was a good thing. I really like who i was then, even if i didn’t like him so much at the time.

Why should i want to change the past? The past was fine.

Once upon a time, i wanted to be a writer. Why the hell can’t i just be one now? I’ve got the time.

I didn’t used to worry about stuff. I just did it, and it was fine.

What do i have to worry about anyway?