I. “You are not an English person.”

What do you mean? I speak English perfectly.

No, you just don’t seem like an artsy, English type of person. No offense.

But I have been taking drawing lessons ever since I was like a fetus. And no offense? Okay, that made it all better.

No, seriously, you just seem more like a math/ science person.

Just because I get A’s on my tests and quizzes? Thanks, friend.

Yea, I think you will be super successful in the future. You are so smart.

Well, of course. Just not in the English/artsy field, eh? What does that even mean?

Ha-ha. So what should we get for dinner?

Conversations like this are a norm to me. I am that girl, you know? Good at everything, gets straight A’s, has no problems, lives in a flying jet and walks her poodles at night. I’m not a particularly sensitive person, I promise. I just don’t agree with the act of deciding someone’s future for them. No, but she’s complimenting you by saying that you are smart. Oh, sorry, I misunderstood. I thought you were using your perceived idea to categorize me for a second.

Words like this play over and over again in my head all the time. I am not the best writer but I love to write. My thoughts are like a yarn ball that has been destroyed by a cat. I always prayed for someone to come into my life and listen to these thoughts voluntarily. But waiting is a fool’s act. So of course, I take my fate into my own hands and bring my stories to the never-ending emptiness of the Internet.

Hello, Medium.