How do you make one's palms sweat profusely, speak ambiguously, and smile stupidly? Drudge up a number of friends you've since been alienated from which fit perfectly into every conception you've ever had of what you found so repugnant about a 'normal teenage life'.

I'm not trying to characterize myself as some kind of rebel. I just have nothing to do with most people, and I don't even think that's something that should be aspired or glamourized. I'll just continue to convince myself that I learned something from this.