Writing is, still after all of those years, a passion of me. It’s bringing something onto a piece of paper that is so great about it. Sharing a story with the world. But the funny thing is, that this process of bringing something onto a piece of paper, that is causing me problems. I am dyslexic. Well, not a problem in the 21st century. Hello auto correction, thank you very much! Without it, everything that I am writing is somehow readily, of course, but just not correct. But the funny thing is of course, that still with an auto correction running, I am still writing everything wrong. Well, I don’t care too much about. 21st century mindset of course. But is it going on my nerves? Of course it does! It’s a disaster. I struggled a lot during my time at school. Why? Because I never wanted anyone to know. Meaning that I am not officially dyslexic. I didn’t got more time or anything like this. I just pushed through with my handicap! And that was the best decision ever! I learned a lot about humanity and the sociologically stress caused by it.
See you next time!


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