I was never an extraordinary person and I never planned to be one. I live for the adventure of a good book, a quiet library, and even the walks to the mailbox and back up the drive way. I always lived for the simpler things in life. I ride in the same car everyday, sit in the same spot, and read the same books on rotation. Maybe I was cast as weird or distant due to the fact that no words ever dare to escape my mouth, but the truth is I was both of those things. I have some friends; I play a sport, known to some and strangers to others, yet in a room full of people I feel as if I sink into the walls unnoticed. Again I was never an extraordinary person and i never planned to be, but just maybe it would be nice not to sink into walls just for one day.