"The Star Mites" was the name of a band my friend Trent came up with years ago. He said he was a star that others fed upon to gather strength for themselves, which sucked strength from him (Trent is a paranoid schizophrenic).
In that vein I must say that if I conformed to every wish and hope of every random acquaintance I pass in my short life, then my short life would also be a boring and uneventful one. Gossip is the lowest form of communication reserved for the insecure and uncreative. I don't need anyone to give me permission to live. Or their approval to live a life less ordinary.
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