Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Hi-ho and hello.
To start, I’d like to mention that I’ve been out of touch.
My health has drastically shifted and my MS is definitely taking a toll on me.
The shittiest factor of it all is that I’m not losing capability in my arms or my legs hands and whatnot, no, it’s not that. It’s my f****** brain. I’ve realized I am having issues with my language, my annunciation, and my pronouncing words in the right fashion. What ends up happening is a smorgasbord of something unhinged and I’ve found that I am afraid to talk.
But speaking about a time I fell out of place that doesn’t have to do with right now, this seems to leak into every aspect of my life, as I feel that I don’t belong in or at most places.
The thing is, I’m a weird m*********** and I don’t get a wide variety of things that is seen as typical and as an area of camaraderie.
Take for example sports, I loved playing sports and was a good team player in the fact that we all aimed for the same goal, meaning we wanted to win, but outside of playing the game, I could give to flying f**** about baseball. It was the action of playing that was fun, I assure you knowing the statistics and the data behind the action is boring as f****** hell to me and I’ve found that a wide variety of situations that are seen as joyous and celebrated, I don’t give a f*** because I’d rather read or do art, school, or something else.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support and I do sincerely apologize for not being around nearly enough if at all but I still do share the sentiments of writing and writing with purpose.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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