You Suffer The Blow, But You Capitalize

The Laughs Mean More To Me Than The Adoration. If Two Girls Walk Up To Me And One Says 'you're Cute', I'll Say 'thank You', But I Appreciate It Much More When The Other One Says 'you Make Me Laugh So Much'.

When Something Enters Your Life That Is So Big And So Non-negotiable As Catastrophic Illness, You Either Go In Denial For A While Or Ultimately You Accept It And You Make Space For It. And In Making Space For It, You Illuminate A Lot Of Things That You Normally Don't Have Room For You Simply Just Look At The World Differently.

I Saw A Birthday Card The Other Day, And It Said, "if You Didn't Know How Old You Were, How Old Would You Think You Were?" I Started Changing It In My Mind Right Away To, "if You Didn't Know How Sick You Were, How Sick Would You Think You Were?"

It’s All About Control. Control Is Illusory. No Matter What University You Go To, No Matter What Degree You Hold, If Your Goal Is To Become Master Of Your Own Destiny, You Have More To Learn. Parkinson’s Is A Perfect Metaphor For Lack Of Control. Every Unwanted Movement In My Hand Or Arm, Every Twitch That I Cannot Anticipate Or Arrest, Is A Reminder That Even In The Domain Of My Own Being, I Am Not Calling The Shots. I Tried To Exert Control By Drinking Myself To A Place Of Indifference, Which Just Exacerbated The Sense Of Miserable Hopelessness.

I Didn't Want O Do Metal Work And Get My Hands All Nicked Up And Be Around Guys. So I Took Drama Because There Were A Lot Of Girls.