Repair man: I've been doing this work 35 years, and I started when I was 5. Me: You must have been a prodigy then.

So is that why you’re hanging out here? To seduce bookish chicks?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Is it working?

I'M SCOTTISH!

What do you mean by that?”

Her frustration got the best of her. “You’re so used to feeling superior that you’ve forgotten there are people who might know something you don’t.”

One of his big, competent hands landed on the blade of his hip. “What’s your deal anyway? Do you feel like such a failure that you need to attack anybody who’s successful?”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. Fuck you.

If we lived more from the person we would like ourselves to be and less from the "ideal" that others would like to experience us as, I suspect we would be lying a whole lot less, and liking ourselves a whole lot more. It takes a lot of effort to defend something we're not.

I hate when my mind is empty and swimming at the same time.