When I first realized I was a weirdo

[dancetocalypso]

When I was around 5-years-old, I lived in El Paso, and I can remember starting preschool. I was in a class that was at least half Mexican. Most of them didn't speak English. My teacher taught the English speakers some basic Spanish words so that we could communicate with our Mexican classmates. There was this one chubby Mexican girl who sat at my

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[alycatison]

Well, a five year old applying chapstick from a purse is a bit odd, so perhaps you're not so creepy after all.

[smapdi_biotch]

You freak!

It's wonderful that you remember such a thing. I don't think I could pinpoint the exact event that made me realize I'm a weirdo.
In fact, I don't think I'd ever want to.

I congratulate your bravery in dredging up the past!

[dancetocalypso]

Strange, the memories that pop up out of nowhere.

I think I want to keep this up and provide a survey of the stranger and more humiliating aspects of my younger years to perhaps explain what led me to become the person I am today.

This'll be my way of opening up to people.

[dancetocalypso]

On second thought, that's probably a terrible idea.

[dancetocalypso]

I was five. 'Course I was crazy. Little kids are insane.