i learned to write and do simple maths before i started pre-school. in school, i would finish before all the other kids but the teachers wouldn't really let me do anything else. instead of giving me more challenging exercises to do or allowing me to do something out of free will, they would insist that i re-did what i had already done for extra practice. the shit was fucking boring and naturally i became restless in class. i became a trouble kid.
by the end of sixth class i was pretty much a loser in the grooming. i used to hang out with the other people who grew up to be among the losers of the class, the shy and quiet, and less aesthetically soothing people. my parents decided to move (unrelated to what i've told so far) and i started a new school where by dumb luck my corny humor scored points. over the course of a year my social antenna grew out. i changed so much and around that age you start changing your interests too. by dumb luck i ended up being pretty okay. but i could have been a loser.
i once picked my nose while on webcam. i didn't realize i was on cam and i had a booger that just boogered the shit out of me so i went in deep to get it out of there and it took a little work until i could complete the task. when i was done, the girl that was watching asked me if i found anything. rofl. owned. one of my most traumatic experiences. having to keep a straight face while coming up with an adequate response that was witty enough to take focus away from the act, i couldn't do it. i said some half-assed shit like how i knew she was watching and did it to fuck with her but it didn't land i don't think.
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