In sixth grade someone told me that I'm book smart, but I don't have any common sense. I sometimes find myself driving down the highway listening to NPR or singing with my car in third gear. I taught myself how to drive stick on the day I bought a manual car and had to drive it home from the next town over. The person who does reiki on me says there's a lot of activity in my head, but I'm not grounded. My dad thinks I would be great at golf because of what he perceives to be good coordination and concentration. The thing is, I've always had a deep-seated aversion to the game of golf.
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