The first time we meet another person an insidious little voice in our heads says, "I might wear eyeglasses or be chunky around the hips or a girl, but at least I'm not Gay or Black or a Jew." Meaning: I may be me- but at least I have the good sense not to be YOU.
I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
A moment is all you can expect from perfection.