My birthday is September 10. September 11 2001 happened. While I’m not directly affected, it messed me up mentally because I thought I had something to do with it. It didn’t help that the year after, I saw Space Shuttle Columbia on the launch pad in what would be its final mission.

I look like I’m straight out of school, sometimes people explain things to me like I know nothing.

Not that I think they’re automatically malicious. Sometimes I find myself in the “explaining” position because I think not explaining makes me sound I’m cooped in an ivory tower.

White buttoned shirt with short sleeves, dark blue trousers, black shoes