That was an instance where I was given a word to define my confusing experience, and I'm just like, nah.

I made my first website when I was ten. I flirted using instant messages all throughout high school. I like the Internet. I like cuddling. I like my cell phone. I like awkward eye contact with strangers. I like hearing people's voices. I like parties. I like Craigslist. These things don't seem technologically exclusive to me.

I was re-experiencing these things that happened a long time ago, and I'm trying to relive it now, and I'm bringing all of my current motivations and personality into that which were not there at the time. It's hard to remember exactly who I was when I was ten, fifteen.

I think I've been able to express some of the more complicated feelings I had.

I think it's really important to have a sense of humor.

I think funniness is a sign of intelligence.

I don't know how to talk about technology in a positive or negative way because it's just the way the world is to me. It seems like talking about the advantages of breathing through holes in our face instead of holes that lead more directly to the lungs.

I love anybody funny. I think my ten-year-old sister is really funny. She makes me laugh way more than most people do.

I didn't really have a major role in how it was described. I wanted it to be a collection of essays where each storyline could be contained.

I like being around funny people.

I basically have two ways I start writing. Either I'll start with something about myself, or something that happened to me that seemed important, or I'll start with some idea I have that doesn't have much to do with me. But one will always lead to the other.

I want to draw subjects that seem very boring and everyday... Stuff that would be normal except for one thing. Or two things. Or stuff that's undeniably weird.

The last time I was asked that, I said A Year Without Spoons. Normally you get asked the same questions over and over, so it feels boring to say the same thing. But then I was like, I don't even know another essay I like. They're all good.