Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.
"I’m a human being. An imperfect human being who is not made to look like a doll."
the difficulty for me is that i’m interested in so many different things. i could never really imagine myself doing one thing, and i’m pretty sure that i’ll end up doing four or five different things.
I’ve probably earned the right to screw up a few times. I don’t want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.