However, I'm At A Very Comfortable Place

I Fantasized About Being A Psychology Major When I First Started School, And I Took A Handful Of Psych 101 Classes.

It Just Seems Like, You Agree To Have A Certain Personality Or Something. For No Reason. Just To Make Things Easier For Everyone. But When You Think About It, I Mean, How Do You Know It's Even You?

I Think Because I Am As Earnest As I Am, People Were Accepting Of My Evolving Into A Certified, Legitimate, And Grown Up And I Did Take Three Years Off.

By The Time I Went To Yale, I'd Been Acting For A Long Time And I Was Really Tired Of It. I Was Restless - And A Little Bored - And I Was Really Eager To Investigate Different Parts Of Myself.

Any Story Is Better With A Little Love In It, Right?