People are afraid of me. I mean, I scare them about themselves. I feel stupid saying this because my life is mostly a mess, so how can I say what I’m about to say about myself, but people like me. They think I’m smart, and funny, and charming, and charismatic, and fun, and whatever other positive things that are supposed to be indicators of success. They also see that my life is, as I said, a mess. That makes them worry. They worry because they want their lives to make sense. They don’t understand what’s wrong with me, so they’re afraid it could go wrong for them. I mostly know what happened. Some bad decisions. Some bad luck. I want to reassure people. But I don’t know how.
