Another whine but a contemplative one:
I remember once when I was six or seven my grandma saying, "oh Laura you are so backward." It wasn't meant to hurt. In fact she and I giggled about it. I was born at least a century too late. Things seemed to whizz by me in life. I had chores and responsibilities, quite a few I suppose. Perhaps that is what kept me from viewing life with any kind of piercing perspective. I saw it more as from a seat in a movie theater in the 1930's.
An example of my social ineptness: when I was a seventeen year old freshman at Michigan State I was housed in the oldest dorm on campus formerly occupied by men. Our dorm was still being built and our current dorm would soon be razed.
No one told us this had been a men's dorm and I loved the low bowls on the bathroom walls for wetting my hair as I set it. I am short and they were a perfect height. About the second or third week one of the residents spread the news these bowls were urinals. Most of the girls living there swore they had known that the minute they laid eyes on them. I said nothing knowing. I had not onlycome near them, I had used them. How could I have not have know too? I groaned; why do dumb bunnie things happen to me all the time? When will I learn life and what its all about like my roommates?
Well lets get back to backward Laura. I finally wrote a book and most of my friends have died, gotten alzheimers, or have gently removed themselves from life's main street. Well, but here I am, I caught up at long last. I need to tell this to someone !
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