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I was always waiting for something.
I did not know who or what it was, but it hung there, this possibility.
Sometimes, it was conscious, but most of the time it was like a reflex,
a verb that was my verb: waiting.
There were people I knew who are not waiting for anything.
Their verb was different.
They were living, discovering, experiencing, being.
They were not waiting.
Maybe the waiting was the kind of insane optimisim that masks deep despair........
~ Eve Ensler

striving to be humanly iconic while surviving twenty-somethings
brace yourself it's gonna be an incredible ride
- JJ to her 20 year old self