My Poor Life

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My Poor Life When I was a child, I used to think -or dream- that once I become a man, I would be a handsome rich guy, but also that I would have accumulated a significant knowledge that would make me able to take part of any conversation without any constraint and make me never be the author of mighty speeches. Unfortunately, I am still dreaming of that man I will never be. In fact, the level of my knowledge in particular, my whole life in general, is way behind my childhood expectations. Thus, this is due to the simple fact that, yet I am ashamed to talk about it, I am an illiterate person. However, in order to prevent all wrong biases on illiterate people, I am going to describe the kind of life I am living, the daily problems I face every single day of my life, and why my life is still worth living. First, I will tell about what my illiterate life looks like. Thus, as time goes by, I realize more and more how much my life is different than other “normal” lives. First of all, I definitely cannot apply for any gripping job, even the low qualified jobs. On account of that, I am working as a garbage collector. However, yet it might surprise more than one, I enjoy my job. Indeed, at least when I am working, I am not facing any of the many problems I am used to face every day because of my illiteracy situation. This might be the main raison why I love my job and give it such an unabated interest. Then, my social life is not as rich as I was expecting it to be during my childhood. In fact, the only pleasure I offer my self is sport with some people I do not want to learn to know since I know that once they understand I am illiterate, their view on me will extremely change to a contemptuous one; I absolutely abhor these embarrassing situations. Finally, I just have to forget about having a wife since no one would ever accept marry someone in my awful situation. May be
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