When I wake up in the morning, my brain goes from dreaming about being able to fly, but not knowing how, to thinking about 100 things at once. I want a new phone, I need to upload those head shots to Facebook, I should practice my guitar more, I should write a sketch about that guy who can’t fly. All sorts of things hit me at once every moment that I’m awake. It’s always been this way. When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher would daily send me home with a nasty note to my mother because she couldn’t keep up with my energy. I’d get bored too quickly and act out.
On the other hand, I can’t be around people for very long. It drives me crazy and if I don’t get alone time at some point of the day, I get incredibly stressed. I have no idea how I’m going to have children.