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I don't know what fiction are any more; I thought stories were the fictional experiences of fictional characters until I learned differently when I posted one when I read one of the responses of someone I know quite well. Maybe I'm just being misled or stupid. Any way even if what I wrote were truly stories, I'm a horrible writer, so I shouldn't even try, yet why am I moping? Or maybe there are subtle things about stories that everybody but me has picked up. Apparently a fictional journal is'nt classified as something related to a story.
And I lost my drawing and horse riding talents several years ago. The last time I officially practiced a piece of music was in 7th or 8th grade. I am horrible at rhymes or puzzles, and I'm horrible at sports because I kept bouncing from one to the other. I haven't sung since 8th and even after all the instruments and music class at school I couldn't music-read well. And dancing . . . I've been dancing since 8th grade yet I make more mistakes the the youngsters who had just joined my class, more than last year. My parents say I'm good with little children but then why does my little three year old cousin looks at me like I'm only an acqainted when he grins when he see my sister. I'm awkward with little children; I don't know what to do.
Heh, it's great. And I know so many people who are extremely talented too. People who sing and dance and play instruments and are good writers and draw and paint. I wonder if this is a form of complaining. Damn.
And I lost my drawing and horse riding talents several years ago. The last time I officially practiced a piece of music was in 7th or 8th grade. I am horrible at rhymes or puzzles, and I'm horrible at sports because I kept bouncing from one to the other. I haven't sung since 8th and even after all the instruments and music class at school I couldn't music-read well. And dancing . . . I've been dancing since 8th grade yet I make more mistakes the the youngsters who had just joined my class, more than last year. My parents say I'm good with little children but then why does my little three year old cousin looks at me like I'm only an acqainted when he grins when he see my sister. I'm awkward with little children; I don't know what to do.
Heh, it's great. And I know so many people who are extremely talented too. People who sing and dance and play instruments and are good writers and draw and paint. I wonder if this is a form of complaining. Damn.