Did I mention that I’ve been stuck in the body of a ten year old for some centuries now? I need to say a couple things up front real quickly because it’s bothering me for quite some time. The two most irritating things I’ve learned about little children are that you really can’t do anything on your own no matter what time period you live in and most people don’t take you seriously. Don’t get me wrong, once I get rid of this body I’m not gonna have a new sort of respect for ten year olds ‘cause I am not an ordinary ten year old in the first place. It's simply inconvenient at the moment. I just wanted to say that the unfair height advantage and the weird credibility that all ‘adults’ seem to have are kill’n me! I have centuries' worth more knowledge then anyone and everyone I meet. But they never get off their high horse to stop to even think that they themselves might be wrong!
Hey, I get it though. I don't blame them (it's just frustrating). It's probably a bit freaky that a ten year old is walking around like an old aristocrat talking up a storm about things most adults don't even care to know about to anyone who will listen.
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Once upon a time I was human too and I used to have the same problems and overall similar mentality. I wasn’t always this perfect you know! I know, I know, it's hard to believe. Yes, there was a time when I twidded my thumbs for hours trying how to figure out how to live properly in my society without having to work under another person… great song by Sabrina Carpenter by the way, kind of catchy (if you don’t get my reference too bad, you live under a rock. That’s the correct lango right? It’s constantly changing so it’s a pain in the behind to keep up with).
Even before I got stuck in the body of this puny child with annoyingly short legs though, I’ve always had this feeling that people didn’t interact with me the same way they did with others. I know now, that that's because I never shrunk from the truth. I pretty much just blurted it out whenever I felt like it... it was one of my bad habits. I was aware of it, but I always found it funny that no one ever pointed it out to me themselves. I couldn't have been that hard to talk to… The truth hurts sometimes. But the truth needs to be told sometimes. But it hurts- I get it now… but weren’t humans the ones who came up with the saying: honesty is the best policy? I know I used to be one, but these humans are quite hypocrites. Color me amused!