The man out of time
As long as I can remember, i've always been the second.
Living in the shadow of having my father's name was annoying, especially when the house had one central telephone I would run to pick up and find out it's not for me after acknowledging I am Albert.
Or junior, as some would prefer to use. I think Americans prefer junior while British royalty like the II, III, IV, V...
Also, the family was frequently late. To everything, which is especially embarrassing when your father is to be the speaker on the pulpit for that Sunday morning.
Maybe that was why we moved so much. Because there is only so much at work and at school that others can tolerate of your exceptional delinquency in keeping time.
Which ironically, I feel comes from my name, of Albert the Second.
A pun if you may, that few notice😈😡😆
The second, being the smallest unit of time people commonly use.
Some other things I forgot to mention that I hate;
1. Being late
2. Being ignorant, uneducated
3. Being hungry, and thirsty
4. Rambling incoherently
5. Being misunderstood, this happened a lot when I first moved to the US. Still happens. It's been a long road learning for me to communicate precisely what I think, and to be early.
Things I like a lot;
1. Discussing about belief. Especially about mine. I am shamelessly forthright like that, and I learned it could irk my friends. And frenemies.
2. Biology; the study of life.
3. Making money. Legally, and preferably morally, without resorting to hurting others.
4. Healthy food. Like the yummy snack i'm eating at break made of oatmeal, almonds and brown sugar. My honey made it for me. She knows me well.
5. Making lists, and checking it twice for grammar, spelling and punctuation, all the while not realizing I have gone off topic that I wanted to write what this factory job taught me about being early. Oh well, next time I guess.
Living in the shadow of having my father's name was annoying, especially when the house had one central telephone I would run to pick up and find out it's not for me after acknowledging I am Albert.
Or junior, as some would prefer to use. I think Americans prefer junior while British royalty like the II, III, IV, V...
Also, the family was frequently late. To everything, which is especially embarrassing when your father is to be the speaker on the pulpit for that Sunday morning.
Maybe that was why we moved so much. Because there is only so much at work and at school that others can tolerate of your exceptional delinquency in keeping time.
Which ironically, I feel comes from my name, of Albert the Second.
A pun if you may, that few notice😈😡😆
The second, being the smallest unit of time people commonly use.
Some other things I forgot to mention that I hate;
1. Being late
2. Being ignorant, uneducated
3. Being hungry, and thirsty
4. Rambling incoherently
5. Being misunderstood, this happened a lot when I first moved to the US. Still happens. It's been a long road learning for me to communicate precisely what I think, and to be early.
Things I like a lot;
1. Discussing about belief. Especially about mine. I am shamelessly forthright like that, and I learned it could irk my friends. And frenemies.
2. Biology; the study of life.
3. Making money. Legally, and preferably morally, without resorting to hurting others.
4. Healthy food. Like the yummy snack i'm eating at break made of oatmeal, almonds and brown sugar. My honey made it for me. She knows me well.
5. Making lists, and checking it twice for grammar, spelling and punctuation, all the while not realizing I have gone off topic that I wanted to write what this factory job taught me about being early. Oh well, next time I guess.
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