We have always thought that we were doing it well. Teachers, like out of the box parents, made us do so. They are like obscure aunts and uncles that had to live somewhere outside our premises. But the trouble is, there had to be two sides of it. Our father's side and our mother's side. Our grandmothers and your grandfathers sure could make the whole thing feel grand. And our cousins could go unnecessarily close.
But it wasn't done out of envy. No, not from vengeful jealousy. It wasn't about the left and the right wing. It was just and is so. Like doing the right thing instead of the other way around. Schools and churches of goodwill has made it easy and possible. It just so happens that we were in a way, good or better in doing it well. And comes the reactions and overreactions of the people around us. We won't know however anymore if we were bothered when we were honored. Were we honored to be retarded? Our growth distracted. To keep us calmer, we had to be distinguished. Our progress being analyzed and kind of investigated, traced, followed, put into crosshairs, magnified, or even microscoped. Like they're not being put into the picture themselves. And we would be considered freaks, creeps, or maybe just plainly brighter than any other age group. Most of us excelled and some of those who knew better stayed put. And were we still doing the right thing anyway however, whenever as long as we are home? We better be home than anywhere else if you need to think straight, and get dizzy after a while, and onwards to rest our heads back home again. Your ideas and concepts of home. They would differ, probably will and your televisions or television networks might just set the trend on how you have to live your lives. And cool kids we might be, never had the time anymore indeed.
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