Everybody else wore a Buck knife. I wore a Case. That seemed to be the way it was in the Navy. Everybody else in the whole electronics school had on a T shirt under the hot wool dress shirt that winter when we were told to line up for shots. Not me. I was bare breasted. It branded me anti military. According to the military.
It’s not like it was any different in high school. I don’t know if I was branded. All my frens drove a car. I drove a GMC truck. The rest of the football team wore black football spikes. Mine were white. Other guys were taking chicks to the concerts. I rode the stag car and let any and all chicks up on my shoulders for the better view.
Farming the same thing. Everybody else was going broke and quitting back in 1984. I decided to try it. When I overheard two old guys saying nobody in their right minds would own hogs I went out and bought some. I seldom joined everybody else at the farm auctions. I only went to buy ,usually off the iron pile, and then I would leave.
Even though I have never wanted anything more than to be average I have never felt comfortable in a crowd. Not if I was part of the crowd. I just never have wanted to draw attention and nothing draws attention like a crowd. Not to mention there is nothing worse than drawing the crowd’s attention whether you’re in it or not.
I hope you’re not crowded. In it or not.
Then, there.
Cocreator