There are waves in the world. Most people know this, but they don’t really understand it. They have routines to avoid them. I create waves without even trying. I do this because it seems real. I’m bothered by waves, but I’m also bothered by the storm underneath the surface. The more unpredictable I become and the less bothered I am by it, the more I move other people and people don’t like to be moved. I can no longer say the right thing at the right time because I feel as fake as a facsimile. I was meant to ride waves and be crushed by them. I don’t know why.