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Our Hero expounds upon the pain of his childhood.
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| My mother is a counselor, so as a kid, she always made us talk, and communicate, and express our feelings, which is all well and good within the confines of the home | |
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| until you try and export that into a normal social environment, and learn that nobody else talks to each other that way. I remeber playing baseball during recess | |
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| I'd be like, "you know, Jared, when you call me a ***got, it doesn't make me a better ball player. It doesn't make me run faster, or hit better, in fact I'd say it makes me play worse | |
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| and we can talk, if you want, we can talk about why you feel you need to use that particular word, | |
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| I know we're all getting close to puberty, and maybe you're having some confusing feelings about your own sexuality, and we can talk about that if you want. | |
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