Identity Crisis

September 18th, 2009 § 0

No matter where I went I always had this ugly attitude of standing out from the crowd or in simple I never really follow anyone and always wanted to things certainly different from others. Well though it got me some respect sometimes, most of the time it only brought me trouble like the time when i went to the swimming pool for the first time. There were 5 of us and only one of us knew swimming very well. Everyone else accepted they didn’t know, but my pride never allowed me, so previously i bluffed things like ‘i am an Olympic swimmer’, ‘i can dive from 12 feet’ and all that but who knew i would go to an swimming pool with them. Well anyway the time came and i had to save my respect, i climbed the 12 feet ladder to the diving board and the mere sight took the life out me, man it was really high, i stood around there for about 15 minutes or so, and desperately wanted to retreat and save my life, but just to save my respect i jumped, like a man trying to kill himself by jumping of a cliff, i think landed head-on, on to someone’s head i suppose but finally everything worked out well, but were a few lasting effects i never returned to swimming pool again in my life. Pride really hurts.

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