When I was younger, like nearly 1/4th my current age, I was told that I should learn how to type because it was a useful skill. As time went on I kept being told by teachers and other authoritative adults that I should learn how to time. I didn't really care until someone said that when I started working I would only be typing and I'd never have to hand write something ever again.
Being the niave and trusting person I was, especially toward authoritative figures, I took learning how to type to heart and as a promise.
I don't really hate my handwriting, but I don't like it much either. It's chunky and inconssistant. Lines waver even when there are lines to write on. It just doesn't look good.
The problem is, the authoritative adult didn't make a promise and my chunky, inconsistant handwriting shows up all over the place at work.
Another reason life is unfair.
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