I have not used enough time reading the dictionary, one of my favorite pastimes. I have been unable to write as much as I would like/love to do.
I have experienced countless things in my life.
A wide variety of things have happened to me: Things outside of my control stemming from other people's choices and events of nature.
Things that (I think) came from me: The things I (probably) chose to do.
Choice is a delicate thing. Some things may be innate forces of nature in my being, others may be from programming by others during my development since conception.
These experiences have been in many shades of what people call good and bad.
When I was young, (a child and teenager growing up) I spent my time in public schools and at home in that school. I did the responsible things I was supposed to do and my time was spent studying, reading, learning, doing my school workm yard work and house work, cleaning, organizing things and caring for other people and pets. My nose was to the grindstone and I stayed out of trouble.
I got good grades and never got into trouble at school or written up on the bus.
While I was practicing my handwriting and typing on an old manual typewriter since I was 7 years old some other kids were doing lots of things I would never dream of, imagine or consider doing.
They were picking fights, hurting other people and animals, doing drugs, smoking and drinking things, tearing things up, destroying, stealing, lying, cheating and just plain causing and being trouble with a capital T.
I was alone most of the time. Just like now. Except now I am alone more than I ever was in my life because I do not attend school, have no job outside the home, am not a member of any group or club, have no social life and no friends I see or talk to regularly like every week the way most people do.
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