Sunday, September 27, 2015

How to be human

When I was little, I came to school, with Dora backpack full of sharpened pencils and eyes full of wonder. I found learning the alphabet didn't teach me to talk to the other kids. and my cootie shot didn't keep them from running away... And it hurt… 

Because i'm human, and being human means getting hurt sometimes, and not being accepted. I try to learn to ride my bike, but I keep falling.. and that hurts too..

As time goes on my body grows and my mind closes. I don't have many friends, and don't know how to act around the ones I have. I now know how to do complex algebra and take standard tests, focusing more to convince my teachers I know the material, than just studying… Because I DON’T know the place of every element on the periodic table, and I cant always remember to divide by pi.
I make mistakes; on my math tests, in my home, and with the kind boys I date, and I can do no right.

But that’s what being human is! Getting hurt, making mistakes. I had to fall 100 times but I learned to ride a bike, I now know that Radon is not a polyatomic ion because I got that wrong the first time. I know to stay away from the heart breakers, because I've been there... It took 1000 tries to create the light bulb… why should I be any different.


After all, I’m only human. 

2 comments:

  1. And my cootie shot that didn't keep them from running away... :) I loved this! It made me laugh and think at the same time :) Great post :)

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  2. "I found learning the alaphabet didn't teach me to talk to other kids. And my cootie shot didn't keep them from running away."

    So good. And the comic at the end is gold.

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