"Corn syrup is everywhere; check your pockets."
"Stop this brownie talk, you devils!" - Sabine
If I just said LOL, I lied. Do or do not. There is no try.
Honestly, I think it's because a lot of poets end up teaching creative writing because there's no money in poetry. Not that I think they're not talented people, but I think that poets are the writers most likely to need secondary income and least likely to do things like work as a lab tech or write grant applications for a living.
And yeah, I suck at poetry. However, I love creative non-fiction.
“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde
I CAN do poetry, but not willingly or well. The closest I ever got was an epic poem in the Homeric style, and I never did finish that (partly because it was partially autobiographic, mostly because I lost the thread.)
Poetry has its place in helping authors of fiction, and that place is the trashcan. Poetry is poetry and has naught to do with creating an entirely new world.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Sensory Hell Hole rings true with me too. Husband and son are the same. When our son was a baby he would just start to wail from overload and it never failed as we made our way to leave where-ever we were some one would think they had the magic ability to cheer the baby up by making funny faces at him.... needless to say it never worked.
Extroverts were always telling me You just need to expose him to more stuff. I knew they were full of it. I grew up in a very loud large family so I was exposed to lots of stimuli and it didn't change me. As you get older you learn to cope with these situations but they can still be draining.
When you described the cafeteria and your dorm room I kept thinking the horror! Was there no sanctuary for you? I couldn't have handled it. Can't imagine my son in that situation either. I think you are brave Panda.