A different kind of story....

I have a story. No, no, this story is not racked with pain and desolation that all my other stories include, though it may be a dumb story.

I was in third grade. Third grade, not much for being very old at the time eh?
I went to Shelley Elementary School at the time, and it was great. Straight A's seemed to be all i could do. But that wasn't the problem.

I was a very outgoing kid in my own eyes, though some would say I wasn't a big talker compared to other kids. I told the teacher stories, and was enthusiastic, and she even complemented on them. I was a happy boy, and nothing could be going better.

My Antisociality wasn't there, but in the air, one fateful day, there was apparently a deligation of the gods. I was going to slip, and real hard too.

I was sitting in my P.E. class. you know, back then most classes taught double, so i guess you could say i was in my History class, or something of the sort. I was so young, and I was innocent.

I needed to go to the bathroom very badly, and you know what happens next.... ... .... ....

I spent the rest of the day at home, brooding over what happened at school, thinking i'd never live it down.

I haven't.

Since then I became a recluse, I don't say anything to you, reguardless of whether or not you want me to. If it's a question, I answer in simple terms, I spit out the words, and go back to being as quiet as a mouse, and almost as still.

I suppose you could say that... well.. maybe that my choice of staying hidden away for so long was a bad choice. But at the time, nobody was there to help, and so I wasn't going to talk.

After third grade, my family moved, and of course, i was hauled along with it. Though we only moved 3 miles away, the difference was strangling, and I couldn't keep myself together very well. I went to Highland elementary school for fourth grade, where i met my friend Tyler. He was the only thing worth being in Highland for, considering we shared almost every interest.

Fourth grade couldn't have been better, and it couldn't have been worse. This was the year that i began saying nothing, and since it paid off, i continued indefinately.

Today I express everything, and use enthusiasm only over internet and mail. Never when i'm talking.

It may seem crazy, and i suppose i should regret it. But it's what i grew up with, and it's what I am.

I don't really see the point in saying all this. But it makes me feel better to write this stuff down.. Maybe for future reference or something.

Had a great Christmas break ya'll, but i suppose it's time to get back into the swing of things, and to stop dilly-dallying around like a fool.

Thanks,
Xymus