There are some things that are too profound to be written about,
they must be lived.
When She was five years old, all She wanted was to be forever a plastic bag on the
freeway, picked up and tossed endlessly into the air by the passing of cars.
Excerpts from TM's autobiography
Age 5 : "My dad also used to bring the IQ tests home from work for me to play with, I liked
making the patterns with the little blocks the most. I wish I could go back to those times..."
Age 12 : "As is with most of my non-semi-recent life, I don't remember much about that year."
Age 13 : "Mr. Jones was my homeroom teacher that year; he was great, very funny and into
Monty Python, among other things. We went on a weekend fieldtrip to the beach. It was grand,
except for one thing; it was on this fieldtrip that I first began to question the relationship
between my girlfriend and I. It's amazing how when you think you're in love, the recipient
of the affection seems more beautiful than any angel all of a sudden."
"With GirlM I worried to no end that she didn't actually want to be with me. At first I
thought I was feeling a selfish desire for her to be totally fixated upon me, and perhaps that's
part of the truth. I larger part of the reason I suspected she didn't want to be with me, it
turned out, was that I was right; she didn't. She neither understood me nor wanted to, nor did
she even really liked me or enjoy my company."
"Our relationship never progressed beyond the most basic level, and during the beginning of
ninth grade we finally broke up after a generally unsatisfactory relationship. What a waste of
over a year; well, no, not really, I've learned a lot from it I guess."
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