I feel like this sometimes, it's supposed to be a wonderful time, you're suppose to enjoy yourself and as an adult you put on your happy face and nobody is the wiser. As a kid if you're unhappy, everyone is going to know. Everyone.I forget how much of a difference Vonnegut makes in my life. Everything he said, everything he wrote, they all make more sense to me than anything I could ever think, let alone convey in words.
I swear the man channeled every decent thought I ever had before I even had them. I just discovered Vonnegut 3 years ago, give or take, but my thoughts I'd had for a long time before that. He just managed to solidify them and give them a coherency that I never could. Years before I could have ever been conceived, let alone cognitive.
Then I spend week, months, not even thinking about him and I notice a book or a quote and remember that his words are still out there. Strong and influential and relevant as ever, and people still listen to him.
I can't even remember half the things I've read of his, half the ideas I once said were brilliant. It's as though my brain has stored away too much useless information it's started kicking out the pieces I actually wanted to keep.
Figures.
