On Main Character Syndrome, Identity Theft, and the introduction of Jimmy Con I've suffered from main character syndrome for most of my life. I suppose having an extraordinarily overdramatic mother helped establish that foundation pretty early. In our household, life wasn't simply lived. It was performed. Every inconvenience had the potential to become a crisis. Every disagreement could escalate into a three-act tragedy. Every emotional disturbance required an audience, prefe

I had a dream my mother hugged me. Not just hugged me. Held me. Tightly. With genuine care behind her intent. Like a new mother holding an infant, she embraced her adult son with the intention of somehow making everything okay again. There was no hesitation in it. No awkwardness. No history. She just grabbed me and held me. And I let her. That’s probably what fucked me up the most when I woke up. Because some part of me has wanted that hug for a very long time. My relationshi