The Moment I Excluded Myself

I was in first grade.  I had friends.  Friends who I would play with during recess.  One day, some kid invented a handball game, and soon all of the other kids were playing this handball game.  They invited me, but I had no interest in participating.  I wasn’t much of a sporting kid then, and I’m not a sporting man now.

So, I chose to sit out their super-popular game and spend time wandering around and reading.  I spent a lot of time in the school library.

You see, they all wanted to play this game, but I was content just running around and being weird and making shit up.  I didn’t realize it then, but that was the day that I chose a social clique that I’ve been in ever since.  That was the day that I decided I didn’t want to be a joiner.  Ironically, when I eventually transferred to another state, me and my friends there had a lot of fun playing a handball game we’d invented.  But I’d been in on the ground floor of that one, and contributed some rules, so that was okay.

Anyway, if you ever find yourself wondering, “Why doesn’t Kevin want to play any of our reindeer games?”, that’s the reason.  If I do ever post a Truthful Tuesday or a GPOY, you may notice that I’m usually mocking the very idea of it with my post.  That’s just the way I roll.

The “cool kids” aren’t going to decide the way I use this service, any more than they were going to decide how I spent my recess.

Now, back to follower-losing pics of shemales and comics that only amuse a choice few!