All Hail Insecurity

Almost all the greatest people I meet are insecure. I can never believe it.

With all their charm, their wit, their humor, their charisma, somehow they’re still insecure.

I’ve been wondering what love real means.

Does it mean you get a person who will understand you for who you are?

Does it mean you get to unpack everything?

The sorrow, the loneliness, the betrayals and the sadness?

Life’s too short to be Voldemort. Thoughts on bullying and the pursuit of happiness.

This is excerpted and adapted from a speech I gave at Miami University, titled Stop Hitting Yourself: We Need To Talk About Bullying. Please note that I wrote this to be spoken…

This essay has brought me such happiness, well done, and I have to respond for several reasons.

First of all, before finding this, I had just finished reading the chapter in Tobias Wolff’s “Old School” about Robert Frost and was charmed by the fictional account of the old man which reminded me that I have a friend who wrote…