An Oxymoronic Moron

our assignment for yesterday’s autoperformance class was: write your life story in three sentences (you can do more than one set if the spirit so moves you).

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had no sense of herself outside of herself, i.e. in social settings of any kind. She took it upon herself to close herself off from everybody, and convinced herself that she didn’t need anyone. When she finally realized the error of her ways, it was almost too late and she gaped in awe at the enormity of the task of fixing herself that lay before her.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was a starved child prodigy. She had no outlet for the vast wealth of potential and passion inside of her, and so she slowly went insane. After an intense period of self-destruction and hedonism, she realized how fucked up she was and began the process of fixing herself.

and then, our life story in one sentence.

She always wanted to know who she was to others, but she had to settle for who she was to herself.

I want to make other people laugh sardonically at pain.

An oxymoronic moron.

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