
Jun 21, 2014, 03:58 PM
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Member Since: Jun 2014
Location: Canada
Posts: 32
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You have mentionned some great ideas in your opening post. Why not do the things you always wanted to do as a kid? Whether sports or academic activities or a bit of both? You have so many interests that you seem to be able to have a full life if you went for them now. I realise you are limited a bit when it comes to remembering what you learned. You learn at a slower pace than. Learn a bit here and there and over time it amounts up. It just might make you feel better about yourself in the end.
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Originally Posted by Breezy~Day
Well, I think I'm a boring person. Please hear me out. I've lived such a "sheltered life." In reality, I've lived a life in which I never got to do much. My family was really poor and I didn't get much of a chance to get out. Many of the parts of towns we lived in were too dangerous for kids to walk around. I wanted to do everything growing up. I liked going to parks, but my family couldn't afford to go out very often and spend that much time at one. Sometimes, they did. I wanted to try almost every sport, but we couldn't afford to buy equipment, and every family member of mine had depression and often didn't want to play anything. I usually didn't have friends outside of school, either. I wanted to build things like crafts, woodcrafts, and even goofily thought of learning about electronics. However, the adults I spoke with didn't share my enthusiasm. I wanted to play music... but my family couldn't afford music lessons or instruments. I tried playing music with cheaper toy instruments with music books I had bought at garage sales, but I gave up after seeing kids with real instruments playing. We couldn't afford to go to movies or buy many. My family didn't like board games or books. Jeez, I had spent much of my life growing up reading the same few books many, many times over. I was mostly bored, and spent way too much time thinking up interesting things to keep me occupied, something that's carried into adulthood.
Now, I just feel as though everyone has had an interesting life and interesting things to talk about, except me. I don't know much about, well, anything, except what I've learned in school. I've never been to many places, and I often forget what I do learn because I don't have the discipline to remember things or something.  I understand how my family was. It wasn't their fault, and they had been suffering. It's just that I wonder how to become a more normal person. I don't know where to begin.
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