Ok, let's see if this works. My right hand has been curled tight into a fist for some reason. Yes, I can type. A little slower than normal. And I can use the mouse. Well this is good. I can't write with my right hand anymore, but at least I can type. I have been training myself to write with my left anyway. I fill up notebook pages with Aa Bb Cc, ect. I guess I am starting over. Too bad I have to do it in the middle of the semester. I'm pretty sure I will have to drop out. I can't write my music by hand at this point, and I can't afford the computer program (over $300). If I get better, maybe I will go back. I will make sure that I have enough money and can handle it physically though.
The title of this blog comes from a t-shirt I saw in a discount store. I know what it is like to be a freak. Most of my friends are freaks. We live everyday lives. We live amongst normal people. The next time you see a freak and say, "Oh they're doing it for attention", think about that. Would you listen to their point of view any other way? Would you have read my last blog (got more reads on that than all of my others combined) if it didn't have the word Gimp in the title? Why did you decide to read this one? Catchy title, huh?
Think about advertising. Think about all the messages that hit your brain everyday. We have become so complacent in this society that we only pay attention to what shocks us.
Freaks don't belong in circuses. Most of us would rather just stay at home or be with our friends. Maybe if people would listen to us and treat us like everybody else, we wouldn't seem so freaky.
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