Part 1 “one.” Hey, it’s a part of my story while I’m willing to type it.
I only care about my life experience?
Maybe this is why I don’t really care?
Maybe this is why I don’t adopt your position?
Perhaps, this was your reasoning too?
I say this.
I never liked
made fun of,
or being a nerd.
I have on VHS when I attended my now-deceased mother’s horse show.
One of the first questions asked of me by the cameraman
was about Super Mario Bros. I admitted my high score and was
a tad bashful but subsequently proud. The girl that appeared in
the video a tad later was asked what she thought I had been talking about
and she guessed correct by saying “Mario.”
I then began to explain and brag about my
which really was more than just that game with that girl.
That same girl that assumed she knew me was the same one
that I played a strange form of
“You show me yours” with in a
“run across the barn and lift something”
sort of way.
We had our boring sort of
our interesting sort of
connection that was
I guess this just begins where I started to formulate my ideas about life.
What’s next is part 2!