I have one shortcoming. I smell bad. Really bad. Even as an infant. Growing up, I had no friends. My parents put me in the shed and had my little brother bring me food. At school, I was placed in the janitor's closet until he complained. Then I was stuck in the basement corner with a laptop so I could skype with my teachers.
I tried deodorant, breath fresheners, constant showering to no avail. Specialists and clinics and tests could not help me.
I found a university close to a landfill so my smell could be disguised. I majored in hotel management. After graduation I went on interviews and tried to ignore HR people covering their nose with a handkerchief. I actually did land a job at a small hotel outside Camden. I lasted one day. Visitors streamed out complaining of the smell.
I had one friend--Wally--whose sense of smell was destroyed in a boating accident.
I spent lots of time reading Tony Robbins self help books at the library. Actually I have to sit outside away from the other patrons.
I believe I have a story to tell and joining a writing group might be my best move. Writers are very compassionate and understanding. That's what I've heard.
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