I am trying to have a moment with you. I am trying to take all of the things that I think and feel and to wrap them up in a tidy package that reads well and makes sense and is easy to digest, but it is impossible, and I will always fail. But still, I want to make you laugh. I want to make you feel very bad. I want to ask questions about things that I am suspicious of in a way that will encourage you to not believe that I believe that I am always right, but that will instead encourage you to ask questions about me and your own self and all of the things around you all the time, because no one knows the right way to be alive, and every problem you’ll ever have is built upon that truth.