we are not asked to be born. we simply are. very early on we are organized into regimented groups of elementary-school aged marauders, and more or less stay loyal to this pre-arranged group a great while. all i knew is i did not fit in anywhere. if someone can't even fit into the lost and found bin of other alienated social outcasts and nose-pickers, there can not be much hope fourthcoming.
Lasting as long as a bat of an eyelash and spaced out very sparsely over a couple decades, there were flashes of social accepatance owed to being a rather descent draftsman of trees that looked liked trees and not many-limbed stick figures, and for cartoons that kinda,sorta looked like the ones on tv. i decided creativity would become my friend.
my sharpest memories are of my ability to stand out for all the most embarassing reasons. i was skinny.pale. and weak. one time for field day i was entered into a three-leg race. of course i was paired with the most abled and athlethic boy in our school. a meter into the race i sprained an ankle.and cried like such a girl i essentially earned the right as the easiest wuss to bully and intimidate until fairly late in high school. a dweeb for sure. but that was already at least third grade and well into my tenure of wanna-be artist,even if i didnt know i wanted to be one.
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