Things you probably don’t know about me. Part 7 of 16.

This is Roger at a camping last year. While most of the others went swimming, I stood fully dressed at the beach and kept myself at a safe distance.

I was the last in my class to learn how to swim, so I’m not good at it. Not that it matters really, as even a bathtub makes me uneasy. Seas and the ocean? Almost freak-out inducing just standing there on the shore. Walking across a bridge makes me nervous and I got nightmares about driving a car and skiding down into the water. Yes, I got some serious issues.

Most of them probably have origins from school. I used to be happy and talkative and really outgoing — at least that’s how I remember it. Then came school and I got pretty deep scars. Crappy self-esteem, withdrawn, quiet, alone. But I’m not really afraid of getting beat up so it’s always something.