I’ve always wanted to not give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe someday I could be one of those stoic badasses whose emotions are mostly comprised of rock music and not being afraid of things. And finally - finally - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn’t have any feelings left. I had spent my last feeling being disappointed that I couldn’t rent Jumanji. I felt invincible. And thus began a tiny rebellion… and that’s how my depression got so horrible that it actually broke through the other side and became a sort of fear-proof exoskeleton.
Apparently I’ve had a Tumblr account for the last four years and I didn’t even know. I only found out because I tried to join Tumblr and it said the name “hyperboleandahalf” was already taken. I was like, “who would do this?"