Why I Haven’t Been a Good Contributor, Period.
Honesty has its virtues, but…you’re probably not going to like this. But before I start, I want to say that the last post was humiliating. But necessary. My standards are above me. I’d be glad to invite someone else here.
As the saying goes: in life, alter the world the least. Or something like that.
But I’m a “rebel.” And I pay the price for pointing out to the other children that the “9 with a line over it” is a freakin’ underlined-‘6’ — rotate the card! But the boy in front of me refused to see that. It could of been the other way around.
I was five. Add stature disparities and accidentally walking into an occupied bathroom. It was the time when my “super-conscious” anxiety started.