Since Dollhouse last night, and in truth before that due to av Cronenberg overdose, I’ve been thinking about self-identification. Rather silly, but as always there are things in the past that still defines important parts. The eleven year-old with a typewriter and a deadly Charles Bronson wish to make a fanzine.
The thing is this though, I mostly define myself with my failures. Don’t get me wrong, some of them are spectacular and I learned a lot from them, far more than an odd success. To use them as a signifier though, that might be wrong. Hard habit to break, no real clue how to even start but it should be possible. Even if it all comes down to luck and not useless skills, which is the wrong way. I got lots of useless skills.