AM I THE WORST PERSON?

I got into a fight with someone recently, and they told me that they don’t like the person I’ve become. Maybe that’s something all people say when they are fighting. Or maybe it’s true. Maybe the person I am today isn’t all that great. I really wouldn’t know.

I spent my summer isolated—incubating with a small group of people who either work for me or came out of me. Of course, they aren’t going to feel free to weigh in on my shortcomings.

“Everyone is scared of you.” ‘Nobody tells you the truth.” These are words I could see myself saying to Ellen. But I don’t feel like I’m Ellen, even though I would probably wear every blazer in her closet.