Social Graces

Divinity in humans reminds me of a trash can.  There's always a foul odor around it. The person inside is dead.

I'm not the best at socializing.  Growing up, I stayed to myself and didn't grow much.  My role was usually the third wheel or extra on the set.

Be good to your masters.

Someone would yell at me, and I'd retreat immediately then cry for forgiveness.  This behavior was reinforced since many of my teachers treated me horribly for having a LD (learning disorder).  I should have stood up to them, but, as a child, we often look at authority figures for all the answers.

I didn't - and still don't -- always behave like society wants me to.  I have the added problem of the brain surgery, but not tonight.

 I've been through some social skills classes with the VA.  They kind of helped.  I still don't make very good adult friends.  I have acquaintances, I guess, but I'm bad at those as well.  The doctor noticed this, saying I have a childish understanding of relationships. 

I've had to learn many lessons I failed at as a child.

I need to grow more.  Also, some people deserve to be told off, if they won't leave you alone.  Some people are toxic.  Someone else might like them, but they need to stay out of my life.

Oh well.

In some ways,  I want to tell society to accept me as I am, but I've hit enough walls and bats, I'm ready to make a deal.

The man wins. Women make babies.