The oddball 14-year-olds who eat lunch alone and play Warcraft during recess will ultimately succeed at life over the jocks who spend more time looking to get their rocks off than they do furthering their own intelligence.
It’s true. I’m your evidence. At 13 years old, roll call terrified me. I’d regularly practice uttering “Here” in front of the bathroom mirror. And I lived to play tetherball because you don’t need friends to swing a ball around a pole. Now here I am with a fancy job writing about junkies who hide heroin in their hoo-has. Life. Is. Awesome.
And it’s all because I was a shy, over-dramatic virgin during my formative years? Yup, and there’s scientific proof: