Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

In the end....everything matters.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

Yes, it feels great to plan your life when you believe everything can turn out fine. But what about when you're shown, again and again, how little control you have over anything? No matter what I do to try to fix my future, it doesn't work.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.