100 Words - No Whistle

I can’t whistle. I can’t snap my fingers. Both due to slight physical abnormalities. Missing these skills always made me feel less than human. Like a third class passenger on the DNA train.

I eventually came to accept my physical short-comings, but the world was not so forgiving. Everyone who found out made it their goal in life to correct my defects. They would not believe that my oily skin, or my misshapen jaw were the causes. Obviously, I just wasn’t trying hard enough. Lost me a lot of friends.

I also can’t juggle, but that’s just a coordination thing.