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    Jaded

    There was a time I knew who I was. It was very long ago, back when I was still in grade school. Back then – back in the 90’s – I could care less if people liked me. I was comfortable in my own skin, as weird as it was, and I thrived on moving through life to the beat of my own drum. It was a period in which I made many forgettable enemies, but also made many unforgettable friends. Those who gravitated toward me were those who saw me for who I truly was and found they enjoyed that version of David Alderman. Those who hated me hated…