Chapter Six:

Some people call me a computer‹not a comparison I like. As I addressed in the first chapter, a computer takes in data and spits it back out according to its program. That kid of comparison degrades humanity, removing its purpose.

Labeling someone a nerd creates a judgment. So what if I run a mile in ten minutes? So what if I bench press fifty pounds? All the millionaires run .com companies, right? No, no, no! That judgment creates hate. So before I delve any further into my strengths and weaknesses, keep that in mind.

Some people might call me the master of math. After all, I aced every one of my algebra tests in eighth grade (although I admit, I dislike perfection). Since physics derives itself from algebra, that's easy too. Not to mention chemistry, algebra, and trigonometry. Of course, there's a flip side.

Riding a bike posed a large problem for me‹along with blowing bubble gum, whistling, and snapping my fingers. In fact, it took me twelve years to learn the art of shoe tying. Repetitive tasks developed into almost an allergy for me, sometimes causing me to hyperventilate.

Emotionally, I consider myself polarized. I react strongly one way or another, although I prefer to think my views fall into the moderate range.

One last part of the past before I go on. I'd never take back any part of my life. Heck, I even wrote a song in my head about it. Sometimes I dislike some of my traits, but changing them would just make me untrue to myself. I dislike quick fixes. I consider them cheating.