Here’s the thing: I’m a writer, right? I mean, I think you’d assume so since you’re currently reading something I wrote. But for me, being a writer means that I literally don’t know how to do anything. I suck at cooking, at science and math, and anything technical. But I can write nearly anything pretty damn well. So why the hell am I standing in a lighting class holding wires and incorrectly trying to connect the red one to the yellow hole? (I thought I was supposed to switch the colors around because it was trying to do some type of reverse psychology on me. Spoiler alert: red does in fact go with red.)
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