Description: ...on all that pisses or pleases me...
i was 13, going on 14 when i decided i knew all that is needed to be known and possessed all the wisdom of the world. it wasn’t until my late 20s when i realized i was wrong. i was so full of shit during that decade and a half that it ain’t even funny anymore. i am sure i pissed off a lot of people during that time. i still do. but not as obnoxiously as i did then.
when i was 14, i thought i solved all the great mysteries of the world. i thought i was a post-communist, post-politics, post-religion, post-everything sage. i liked engaging my religion teachers (we had to take religion classes in those days, in turkey) in heated and provocative arguments, thinking i could challenge and shake their beliefs. i would name drop, would fancy myself a philosopher, would come up with a half-assed and half-baked theories every five minutes or so, and argue, argue, argue.
and i would try to write. in complicated sentences that would go for pages, using new found words i was not yet comfortable with.