Actually.

I need a primer. Not like the primer on the walls of my apartment, like a primer for a pump.

I've learned quite a few valuable life lessons this year, but here is the most important one I've learned: People love being pandered to. I've reached this conclusion by re-reading the comments on my stories from this semester. I swear, like 90% of them were "I don't like this," or "I do like this, give me more of it."  Man, I don't care what you do or don't like. People don't like to be challenged, or made to think in ways that is contrary to their modus operandi. But that's what I do. I don't know why I take it upon myself to try to force people out of their intellectual comfort zone. But I do. Whenever I can. Usually I get flack for it, but sometimes... sometimes it turns out completely worth it. Those times are when somebody shines a light on my own rational shortcomings. I need that, I don't get it often enough. I want to grow as a person and a thinker and an artist. I don't want to stagnate, I need a challenge. It doesn't matter what I do or don't like. It doesn't matter what you do or don't like. Get over it.

What a disappointment this semester has been. In the future when I reflect on my college days, I will look back on this semester and think, "Hmm, that kind of sucked."

Okay, I'm primed. Time to write.