It's been over 15 years since that began, and what have I learned? That humans are impossible to understand. The more I learn about other people, the less I understand, and the more frustrated I get. The more I learn about myself, the more questions I have and the less I understand. I understand myself better than I understand others, at least.
Sometimes I feel like an alien, trying to figure out these human beings. Other times, I feel like the only slave to realize we're all slaves. And every time I think I really understand other people, something happens that proves me wrong and raises dozens of other questions.
But I keep trying. Naively, I keep persisting, thinking maybe I can at least figure out enough to get by in the world better.
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