Tell me when you find it. I've been looking for mine all my days. Seems like everyone else knows who I am except me. Whenever I think I've figured out who I am, a new door to my soul is opened and I begin to search all over again. I'm always bewildered at the confusion that poors forth. Why is it that everyone else has it all together except me?
When I went to my first computer lab for English at the JUNIOR college, all the YOUNG students started immediately on their tasks. Not me, oh no, I sat staring at my computer wondering if I would ever advance beyond my SS#. I finally got the nerve to ask the kid next to me what I was doing wrong.
"Don't use dashes in your social," he told me with defused annoyance.
When I went to my first computer lab for English at the JUNIOR college, all the YOUNG students started immediately on their tasks. Not me, oh no, I sat staring at my computer wondering if I would ever advance beyond my SS#. I finally got the nerve to ask the kid next to me what I was doing wrong.
"Don't use dashes in your social," he told me with defused annoyance.
"Don't use dashes in my social?" What?
For nearly half a century I'd been using dashes in my social! Why do they do that to us? Is it to solidify our feelings of inadequacy and dependence? Well good. I feel inadequate and dependent, I hope they're pleased. I kissed my happy transition good-bye.
