November 2011
2 posts
I was asked once what my goals were.
“Simple,” I replied, “See everything, do everything, and be perfect.”
They laughed, called me foolish.
“Why is it foolish?” I asked
“Because it is impossible!”
“Exactly!” I replied, “That means there is always something I havn’t seen, and something to yearn to see. It means there is...
I am Irregular
A little bit different, and I’ve struggled with that my entire life, alternating between being myself and getting the stares and the occasional insult, to trying to fit in and getting mostly ignored, until I would gain acceptance briefly, but only until a small portion of my inner weirdness would come out and again would be cast a judgmental stare. I eventually got better at hiding my inner self,...
September 2011
1 post
1 tag
Mom, I really don’t want to go to school.
Don’t be ridiculous, you haven’t missed a day since kindergarten. Why?
I just need a break. Lie. Don’t you think I’ve earned it?
Are you being made fun of? Is it Billy again? Because I can have a talk with his mother.
No Mom, no ones making fun of me. Yet. I just need a day to relax.
So you’re just going to sit in...