I used to be a skipping master. When I was younger, I honed my skills by skipping classes in high school. I just didn’t want to do it at the time – it wasn’t fun, it didn’t feel productive; I could do it in my sleep and often did, but I didn’t know or care why I should. So I skipped it as often as I could. It started in eighth grade, when I skipped a single class by reading in a restroom while the Principal searched around town for me, and peaked in the eleventh grade. I skipped about 85% of the eleventh grade, and spent a lot of time either hiding out and playing video games or causing trouble.

These days, I only skip things which are not important, and that is how I game my life. I get a lot of things done while building up a list of things that I would like to get done. They won’t do themselves, but that neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.