I'm kind of a jerk in my dreams. I mean, I guess I already knew that, and might have mentioned it before. But really. Jerk. Unrelentingly so.
It's maddening funny to think of how immature my dream self is. Looking to regain approval and love honor from my family. It seems so pointless, considering what I've gone through in this life to get those things, and then decide I don't need them anymore, anyway.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is this, though:
Avatar Aang? I'm really sorry for all that --er. Me.