Powerlessness is like a sneaky little drug. It’s that thing that feeds your ego’s insatiable need for significance. Social justice activism can just keep filling that void and making the feedback loop spin faster. You fight for a cause, but you’re still stuck in the same spot.

“I said I wanted to become a wild animal tamer and have a tiger and an eagle as best friends. Being bullied was inevitable, but it didn’t stop me.”

I, too, had a weird dream. I wanted to be a philosophizing cartoonist like Bill Watterson and also have a manatee as a best friend, like Hobbes. And I was misunderstood too. But you know what? It didn’t stop me. And I’m guessing it didn’t stop you either.