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Tell Me Your Origin Story

#1

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

I've become very interested in people's backstories lately. Whenever I see an old man somewhere, I look at him and wonder what his story is-- where he came from, what he's done, what he's doing now, and who he's affected. I wonder these things so much that I'm actually writing up questionaires for my entire family so I can better understand where they all come from.

Recently, I've even begun to wonder about you guys.

Chibibar keeps talking about his life and it sounds so interesting, if not unfortunate at the beginning (no offense intended, chibibar!). I'd love to hear a more complete set of his story.

Shego revealed her bar/waitress origin story recently and we of course know various other backstories for her. But what about the rest of you? Where do you come from? Where are you now? How did you get there? What have you done that you are proud of? What dark secrets are in your past? Even mundane things like your first crappy job, your second crappy job with the manager you hated, how you got out of that job. What are you looking forward to? What's your dream job/situation? Everything like that.

I want to hear your origin stories!

(inb4 comic book hero origins)


#2



Chibibar

Heh, I don't worry who knows my story. I don't ask for sympathies. I just hope people learn that people should appreciate what they have and do better in the future.

My Father heritage is Thai/Indian (India from my grandfather side)
My mother heritage is from Taiwan (grandparent in China but move to the states later)
My parent's marriage was never sanction by my father's mother so she hates my mother and her children.

Well. I can give you a time line style (since it can be pretty long)
Born in 73 in California :) my sister born 3 years and 4 months later in Illinois.
My father and mother both work for airline. I have move around quite a bit from age 0 to 5.
At age 5 (1978) my parents had a falling out.
My mother and father are here on green card/resident after student visa.
Back then, my mother couldn't enter Thailand, so my father in his "vengeance I guess" took my sister and I and live with my grandmother (grandfather passed away about 2-3 years before)
My grandmother physically and emotionally abuse my sister and I. I try to protect her as best as I could (by taking almost all the punishment) we ate very little barely enough to survive. All my toys sent by my parents go to my cousin. Any money sent, I didn't see any to get stuff on my own (no allowance) I use to steal food to compensate my sister and I hunger.
I ran away at 8 and 10 and live in the streets (and in jail once. It was scary) met a nice family but they turn me back to my grandmother.
I have obtain many physical scars from cracked head, internal scars from the beating (I use to urinate blood when I was younger) you can see old scars on various part of my body here and there and some cigarette burns.
My sister and I was sent to Boarding school when I was 10. People there pick on me cause I don't have money (wasn't given any) and the "bigger kids" pick on me. I remember one time I manage to get some money and bought myself a snack (meatballs on a stick). the kid try to take it from me and stab me in the hand with it. I proceed to beat him silly. I was in solitude confinement for about a month (give or take)

My father came back when I was 12 and I told him what is going on. He DIDN'T know at all (since only visit twice) He was VERY upset and took my sister and I back to Chicago (he owned a store and remarried at that time) But at the time he diagnose with leukemia from the glue plant he use to work for and died about 2 years afterward.

My mother was informed that I was back in the states and she took us in instead (after 2 month in Chicago). She remarried to a nice man which I consider father. I never made any distinction of step vs real father cause to me that man raised me so he is my father.
When I was in school, I was a terror. I didn't know a stick of English and got into many fights.
I almost got toss into reform school, but the principal was a nice guy and try to teach me to be good. Something must have rubbed off cause I became a better person then.
(during my terror phase I hit kids and adults. since I was fighting in Thailand, the kids didn't have a chance since I fight dirty hehe)
I got my first job at 13 with my parent's friend working at a newpaper mill (I fold paper and put into plastic bags it was family own and it was Chinese paper)
I got my first tech job at 15 with my parent's friend who owned a ma n pa computer shop.
I built my first 286 at the same time and was their main tech :)
I work my first fast food place (whataburger) at age 16
Graduate at 19 (since I started late back in the state) - during that time, I join the colorguard, drill team classes, marching band, chess club, work at a movie theater.
At age 22 I went to a party in college and was drugged and taken advantage. I lost my virginity that time. (note actual intercourse before then I was sexually molested as a kid but never full intercourse in Thailand)
got kick out of college around 22 (same time give or take) and work in IT.
Went back in 1999 and got my degree
work for community college till now

during the time I was kicked out. I went to a bunch of anime convention, dated a few people and met my future wife.
I dated her BEST friend first and broke up a year later (she was cheating on me and it was long distant)

one day my FW was traveling to a convention and my friend as her to stay in Texas on her way back, she did....... for over 10 years now and haven't really gone back home ;)

Bought a house about 5 years ago, refinance 3 years ago :) and pretty happy.

What I learn: I am NOT mad at my grandmother. I have accepted she hated us and probably mess up. I hope to reconnect someday but I don't see she doing that (I don't speak the language anymore)
I learn that no matter what happen, life could never be as bad as before so I take thing as a gift and live to the fullest. Since as a kid I don't have many stuff, we tend to buy all the things we never had (movies and books) now our collection is pretty big. Heck, many toys we buy are STILL in original container.


#3

Charlie Don't Surf

Charlie Don't Surf

Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...


#4

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

@chibibar
Jesus man. :(


#5



Chibibar

doomdragon6 said:
@chibibar
Jesus man. :(
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No worries. I learn long time ago, I can waste my energy being mad or angry at someone and the only person I'll be hurting would be myself. Why? cause the other person I'm mad at wouldn't give a flying F what I think. So why waste energy make myself miserable? I usually take it as life lesson and move on to bigger and better things :) Why dwell in the past when there is a whole future in front of you (long or short as it maybe) enjoy life. Learn from it and move on :)


#6

Hylian

Hylian

My life isn't interesting enough to bother typing it out for people to read. So you can all feel free to just imagine your own origin story for me and it will be a lot more entertaining than the truth.


#7



Chibibar

Hylian said:
My life isn't interesting enough to bother typing it out for people to read. So you can all feel free to just imagine your own origin story for me and it will be a lot more entertaining than the truth.
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You be surprise what people might consider interesting or not. It could be a good part of your life or a bad part :) Everyone has a story, we just hardly ever take the time to stop and listen.


#8

TommiR

TommiR

Chibibar said:
No worries. I learn long time ago, I can waste my energy being mad or angry at someone and the only person I'll be hurting would be myself. Why? cause the other person I'm mad at wouldn't give a flying F what I think. So why waste energy make myself miserable? I usually take it as life lesson and move on to bigger and better things :) Why dwell in the past when there is a whole future in front of you (long or short as it maybe) enjoy life. Learn from it and move on :)
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Damn. For someone who has been through what you just said in this thread... Your approach to life is commendable. For what it's worth, kudos to you, sir.


#9

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Indeed. I don't think anyone of us can "compete" with Chibi's tale, not to mention his outlook on life.

I admit not having much of a backstory so I'll just let you guys keep guessing. How I was born in the land of blazing hot summers and freezing cold winters... [cue Led Zeppelin]


#10



Chibibar

North_Ranger said:
Indeed. I don't think anyone of us can "compete" with Chibi's tale, not to mention his outlook on life.

I admit not having much of a backstory so I'll just let you guys keep guessing. How I was born in the land of blazing hot summers and freezing cold winters... [cue Led Zeppelin]
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Nah. I didn't think this was a contest, but I assure you there are people in America have it worst than me. I use to volunteer for non-profit groups. I see some people who have been dealt some seriously bad cards in their lives and they manage to get by.

Sure there are some people who turn bad cause there is no where else to turn, and there are people who manage to rise above themselves and do something about it. Heck, there are people in other country who are not so lucky (like the outback in China) that the kids don't have anything in their entire life :(

I am lucky to have good people around me and the right guide. I try to pass that forward by hoping to inspire other people.


#11

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

I fall under the "boring stories" category here too. But I'll go ahead and toss a tiny bit out there.

I was born in Germany, as my dad was in the air force and stationed there. I lived there for about 2 years, then we moved back (or for the first time, for me) to Alabama in the USA.

I lived in a very small community called Fleta, which was about 2 miles of a few houses, but everything I did was in the capital city of Montgomery, so there's no "tiny village" story here. Hoenstly I don't even know my neighbors names. I went to a country redneck private school where I was generally picked on, but had my clique of "outcast friends". Nothing terribly exciting here. Except that I kicked ass at kickball. Also I eventually learned to stand up for myself, so if kids picked on me in the locker room, I'd slam them into the lockers. Of course, they were the only ones bleeding, so I was sent to the office. During my "self-confidence growth" years I got sent to the principal about every other day. Funny thing is I had just about the highest grades in the school so nobody actually thought I was "the bad kid."

Anyway, eventually moved to my first public school for the last year of middle school which scared the shit out of me. My previous school literally had nothing but country white kids in it, so being opened up to the other ethnicities of the world was frightening, mostly because of what other country white kids said about them.

It turned out okay (obviously) and I made some friends, but since it was a public school it did feel dirtier and grittier than where I'd gone before, so I still consider this the lower end of my education. But then I went to a "technology magnet high school" and was introduced to the wonderful world of options, and made friends that I actually had things in common with, made my first two crushes that never liked me back, etc.

(Typing this I feel like an over-privileged yuppy.)

Anyway, there really wasn't a whole lot going on in my life here. My parents are together, no drama at home. I was comfortable with my location and my friends.

Though I think what turned me towards geekdom when I was so surrounded by country was my dad (who has a far more interesting story than I do). He played PC fantasy games all the time and I would sit in his lap as a kid and watch. I eventually started playing them too. Plus, we lived out in the middle of nowhere so videogames were pretty much all I had to mess with.

Oh, I live(d) next to my grandparents' sheep farm too, so that's interesting I guess.

Went to college, made even more friends (almost all of whom are mac users for some reason, what the hell? I hate macs but I get along with their userbase?). Started participating in running the anime convention Kami-Con, where I'm roughly the 3rd-in-charge. That's currently my biggest prospect in terms of future.

I just graduated so really my origin story has yet to begin. I have so much potential stuff to do that I really don't know what's gonna go down. ;P

This is not nearly as dramatic as chibibar's story. But I do have to praise him for his amazing outlook on life. I haven't had a whole lot of bad in my life--- next to none, honestly, but anytime something does happen, I try to keep a positive outlook. There are so many people suffering constantly that I almost consider it a sin for someone in our stature to say "I've had a bad day." In my book you're only allowed to have a bad day if a family member or a pet dies. Or maybe if your family hates you.

Either way, that got off topic.

I want more origin stories!

I want Dave's or NorthRanger's. I bet those are neat stories.


#12

Shegokigo

Shegokigo

It's not a contest, I don't see why people shouldn't post their story because it's not as "epic" as Chibi's. It's a "get to know people" thread. We've had them in the past, but things have changed alot around here since the last one.


#13

GasBandit

GasBandit

I cut myself opening a radioactive can of beans.


#14

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Pfft, neat? I must warn you, you are in for a sore disappointment.

The story of my life almost ended before it began. My mother was in her late thirties when I was conceived, apparently as a lucky accident. She tells me she was travelling with my dad and my two siblings in Germany when she started having this gut feeling that she was pregnant. Good thing she did, because at the time she had been ill and had been prescribed medicine that would have likely resulted in me borning either stillborn or with severe retardation. Once she came home, she went to the doctor who confirmed that yes, she was pregnant, but the medication she had been on would likely lead to such results so the possibility of abortion was still on the table.

Luckily, with her premonitions, mom had opted NOT to take her medicines, fearing for my safety.

Some months later, I was born, the third and last child to my mother and my father, both hard-working office workers in a sugar and frozen goods company that operated from the small town of Säkylä in southwestern Finland. I spent my formative years living near the factory complex, in a residential area built almost solely to house the people who worked there. Now, this was no factory town, but a sprawling maze of short, almost suburban streets with single-family houses and rentals, with thick, deep woods all around us and a lake not a stone's toss away. I remember playing in the small glade called "the Boogieman's Path" with my friends, sometimes chewing on a small, edible plant called wood sorrel - or "foxbread", as the Finnish name goes - and swimming in the lake. All in all, I can easily say that I had a happy childhood.

Things changed by the time I went to school, though... I was a quiet child, more interested in drawing and books and nature than ice hockey or football, and in school I quickly learned that being different meant that you were free game for every bully available. Sure, I had some friends as well, but I know that the seeds of my distrustful, reserved nature were sowed in those first years of education. The elementary school principal was no help; even when I risked being the tattle-tale and told my parents, he fervently insisted that no teasing was allowed in his school - hence, it did not happen. But I was still a happy child, and I quickly fell in love with books, particularly those about history and prehistory. I could spend hours after school in the school library, reading about various things. History, Medieval knights, the Tuaregs of Northern Africa, dinosaurs, prehistoric mammals, biology, physics for kids, Tarzan comics... and admittedly, one or two dirty joke books with illustrations ;)

When I went to middle school - roughly about age 12 or 13 - I was in for a rude awakening. So far we had been in a smaller elementary school, but the middle school was located in the town proper, with kids coming from half a dozen different schools. I was anxious about it, but I thought I would fit in.

How wrong I was.

If I had thought the bullying to be bad when I was in elementary school, it only grew worse during middle school. Name calling, leaving me out, breaking things, generally being obnoxious to me... and soon after, physical violence. It culminated one time in PE when we were out orienteering. I was pretty good at this, because my dad had insisted I come with him when he went orienteering, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Almost at the home stretch, I came on a small path and noticed that a group of boys from my class - bullies - were running towards me. Thinking I could outrun them, I darted down the path. But I was too slow, and the leader knocked me on my back - and then climbed on my belly. This was the year when Golden Eye had come out, and the fucker imitated the female assassin in that film, pressing his knees hard against my sides and disabling my diaphragm. I couldn't breathe, and I tried to fight back, gasping for air as the soppy-eyed, emotionless bastard sat down on me and kept choking me with his knees. I had never been so scared in my entire life, and I swear I feared he would kill me as I felt my consciousness begin to waver. He did, however, let me go and I ran with tears in my eyes. I could not believe what had happened, and I went straight to the coach. He was a stern but fair man, and he brought the whole class in, telling them what had happened and demanding an explanation.

Then one of the boys - a guy from another school - spoke up and said that when we had started school, the guys with whom I had been in the same elementary school had told everyone else that I was "fair game". That no one would come to my defence, telling them all my emotional weaknesses, all the silly things I had done in elementary school.

In essence, they sold me out to get to the "in" crowd.

There's not much to say about middle school and high school after that. The violence toned down, though there were times when I still got punched in the gut. But it was not the same for me anymore. I knew I had become a pariah, an outsider to my classmates, to the point where guys I had trusted had sold me out like that. I hang around with other nerds and outcasts, even one time taking part in a NASA contest to plan a viable, self-contained space station for a population of a few thousand. But I kept almost everyone else at an arm's length. Even in high school I was the outsider, to the point where at the Sophomore Ball (our equivalent of prom, but with more of a dance show with Lambeth Walk, Waltz and the tango instead of a social event) my partner basically treated me like a necessary evil, the only way she herself could get to the Ball to parade in her dress.

Anyway, I graduated with more-than-good grades and then turned my attentions to higher education. Having a penchant for English and considering the likelihood of working with anything history-related an unlikely scenario, I applied to three different universities to study English. I aced all three entrance exams, but chose to go to Turku, the nearest large city and where I had relatives. It was also in Turku that I had come across the Medieval Market, and had found a like-minded crowd of people with whom I could be myself and not the outsider. I was pretty active at first in the student association, but then I chose to focus on my studies. I enjoyed the local roleplaying society called the Dungeon, I went to a few parties and made some friends. And every summer I went to the Market, to act and play to my heart's content.

Still want to hear more?


#15



Chibibar

NR: Yes Please :) good stuff.


#16

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

Actually all very interesting, to be honest.


#17

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

All right, Shego, you've convinced me. I will post my story though it seems boring to me...

Born the eldest, and thus the superior child, I was weird as fuck. I envisioned monsters around me so much that thinking back, I seemed to WANT to be schizophrenic, but never got the knack. As a child it was trying to get my family to play as monsters with me, disregarding that everyone had their own lives, and then later it was me imagining I was seeing UFOs when I looked out my window, and Bigfoot in the woods behind the house. Those woods were scary, especially at night, and we've had bears, foxes, and other things wander from them into our backyard, but no Bigfoots or Chupacabras or any of the other shit I at some point believed was back there.

Funny enough, these tall tales made me popular for a few years of elementary school. It wasn't until middle of 4th grade when all my "friends" realized that me being odd wasn't a good thing, and so suddenly I didn't have anyone. It sucked back then, but I'm glad it happened in the long run. My dad imparted a few good lessons to be back then. He taught me about never trusting anyone, and he really wanted me to kick the crap out of anyone who tried messing with me. I never did, but it was good to know that if I did, my dad was saying I wouldn't be in trouble at home and that if I couldn't fight fair, I should fight dirty.

The troubles at school were minor though and even I knew that. My brother was sickly and my parents fought more often than not. I didn't even react when my dad left--it seemed inevitable and my sister was expressing enough emotion for the two of us. It's not like he disappeared either; I saw him every couple weeks. But troubles at school, again, minor when your mother is losing it because of all the bills, juggling three kids, suddenly having to find two jobs. I can never make up to her what she went through to keep us in the same house going to the same school so we didn't have to be uprooted, even if I was terrified of being at home some nights when she went on the warpath.

Eventually she met my stepdad and I myself withdrew. My stepdad is great, but I hated all the changes, especially my new siblings coming from his previous marriage. I became a loner, not wanting to be bothered--my family didn't get it, they kept trying to draw me out, which just made my angry. I was better off alone. I don't think they knew that that was how I was in school for the most part and it wasn't until high school that I really started talking to people again.

Really, family didn't start to back off until my brother died. It was sudden and hard for everyone, and so everyone had their own problems dealing with it and I could be by myself. As much as it upset me, I was glad he wasn't suffering anymore. But then others were suffering, like my mom as she turned to drinking. In the 10+ years since then, those problems still exist, and I've had my own issues too. With relatives dying just this past year or so, I've been oddly distant about it, and I realize that no one's death has really upset me since then. He only got to be 12 years old; I couldn't get into the mood of being upset when someone else got to be 101. The worst that's hit me since was my dog's death and that's really mainly because I know she was in a lot of pain beforehand and I couldn't be there. Even then, I had less feeling about it than I should have--when I was a loner, she was still beside me. She sat at the edge of the room apart from people, right where I was. Still--I think his death numbed me, and to this day I have people telling me I'm cold.

In any case, I needed to get away from all that, and didn't realize what I was doing exactly when I fell for a girl online. She lived on the other side of the country, she liked me, and I'd never had a girlfriend before. We met, flying back and forth a couple times, and after a year it looked like I was going to abscond to the west coast. It fell apart, as it should have, and I was devastated, but that summer I had a bit of an epiphany. You have to be the kind of person you WANT to be--you're not stuck being who you were born as or even who you developed as. A friend of mine who'd been through a lot of hard times became my inspiration for being a better person, and I spent the next several months, my sophomore year of college, struggling into a new mindframe, new outlook, new me, to become a friendlier, more outgoing, more confident person. I found that good things came if I tried smiling a little more, I had a decent job, learned to manage my money. I gained a new perspective on the world when I became a pagan. I learned how to talk to people. The next three years of college were wonderful for it--I met friends who I'll never let go. Hell, I felt like a man at last.

That inspirational friend wasn't doing so hot though; she had a rough life and hers is far more interesting than mine. We became close despite a few hundred miles between us. She moved out here with me and I married her. That was rough going too, but no more than most relationships when people move in together, having their ups and downs and insecurities. Today I'm working towards my dreams, but I've got a solid foothold in that so long as she's next to me. I don't see most of my family much--my aunts and cousins live nearby and I see them, but the others live far away now, so it's seldom. Some have a hard time accepting it, but that's life. We all walk separate roads, and we should be thankful enough to meet up on them now and then.


#18

Frank

Frankie Williamson

I was born on a day like any other, my dad, a bearded Ron Perlman and my mother, an actress I don't recognize, were both fighting a war with the rest of our tribe. My mother wouldn't let her pregnancy stop her from defending our meager land and our couple of a sheep. My mother ended up wounded, because she was super fat with baby. So, Ron Perlman, in a single unbroken shot, managed to pull off the first C-Section with a dirty knife in about 3 seconds without ever breaking eye contact with mother. I was pulled from her womb and because I was so bad-ass I aged at least 8 months right there.

My childhood was pretty typical. I ran around our filthy barbarian village, late for some contest my dad held where the winner got to go die sooner with the other useless men. Naturally I was awesome at it. He made us run around a hill or something with a dirty egg in our mouth. Unfortunately, the other boys and I were attacked by saber-tooth monster dudes. They were pretty scary sort of, but they were no match for me because I'm Ron Perlman's kid. I cut off all their heads and spat the egg at the ground. Fuck I'm cool.

Unfortunately I wasn't cool enough to earn my own sword. Through some pointlessly long scene I fail to make a sword properly and Ron Perlman and his comedy beard tell me I'm not worthy of the rad sword he made. Then the evil space colonel from Avatar showed up and killed my tribe and his daughter, Rose MacGowan, took the sword I wasn't really worthy of anyway. They tied Ron Perlman to a cauldron of molten metal and made me hold the other end. Instead of trying to pour some of the molten steel onto the chains that bound him to it, Ron Perlman decided to kill himself. I'm guessing this was because I wasn't worthy of the sword and he was ashamed of me.

I grew up very quickly during a fade to black. I was buddies with a zany pirate who couldn't talk without going all wild-eyed and crazy. That's how you knew he was a wild and crazy dude. Despite the dude who sort of killed my dad being some super evil well known warlord who had a cool fucking castle really nearby, I've spent my life searching for him without any sort of luck. Eventually through some goofy coincedences I track him down and kill him before the MacGuffin that was going to make him a God did anything thereby avenging my dad, who basically committed suicide through stupidity and rescuing the chick who is super hot with red or brown hair but doesn't do a thing for me when she's blonde.

This is how I decided to become an RCMP officer.


#19

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

As you wish.

It was during my junior year in the university that, through a mutual friend, I met M (name redacted). It was funny, actually. When I graduated from high school, my English score had been one single point away from the highest grade. Determined to get that, I had enrolled for the summer school to prep for a retake (the Finnish system allows one retake per final test). It was a matter of pride for me, even though I had already been accepted to the uni. M was also there, preparing for her own matriculation exams, and we started talking... and meeting... and finally we just decided to have a go at it.

Now, for her privacy's sake - and to keep certain forumites from having flashbacks to a certain beaver thread :p - I won't go into specifics. I'll just say she had a lot of emotional baggage on her shoulders, and I noticed that early on. But love is blind, and even though after my junior year I had to go into the army for my mandatory military service, we kept in contact. Hell, even with her craziness, being in touch with her and seeing her during weekend leaves kept me from going nuts during the service.

I spent the minimum time of six months in the Pori Brigade as a tank buster, but the nearer the final day came, the more I got worried about M. She had started asking when could we move in together, and while I was still in the service she said she had found "a perfect flat". Now, I wasn't due to be out for leave for another two weeks, so I asked her to hold her horses, I wanted to get out of the army first. Next time we talk? She tells me she's rented the place - even though she then goes to say the rent is about €100 more than she had originally told me. But love is blind and our sex was mindblowing. Plus, our company cooks being formidable in their awfulness, I managed to lose a helluva lot of weight during the service, so I felt pretty damn good about myself.

Long story short, I get out of the army and return to the university. And things keep piling up. During one weekend leave, her dog chewed my glasses to bits and she refused to do anything, only saying the dog did that because she (the dog) liked me. WTF? After the service, she sometimes woke me up late at night to start asking about furniture! And sometimes to ask if I would cook for her - at three in the morning! One time when I was feeling tired and stressed due to university, I tell her that I want to sleep. And she offers me some of her mood medication! When I say no, that I won't take her pills, she slaps me and then proceeds to cut a Tic-Tac-Toe board on her thigh. But love is blind.

When our anniversary approaches, M starts dropping hints we should not only move in together, but get engaged, too. Now, I'm an old-fashioned man in that respect, and I tell him I don't want to get into that so soon. For me, engagement is essentially an oral agreement to get married within the next year. Then come the waterworks. She cries and curses at me, saying that I don't love her unless I agree to get engaged, that I've been playing her along, that she just wants what she is entitled to. Her mom calls me later that day and proceeds with the same indignation.

For me, that was the last straw, and I end our relationship. Later on, she asks if I still wanted to have sex - because sex was the one thing that we both enjoyed without reservation, to the point where I had helped her learn to enjoy it again after an abusive ex. Thinking with my dick, I agree - and she mocks me for falling for that, that she was just testing me.

I haven't talked to her since.

Now, I admit there's fault in both sides here, but that also put a very bad taste to my mouth when it comes to relationship. One that I've only recently begun to get over.

Anyway, I continue my studies. I study to become an EFL teacher, finding the prospect of being a teacher one that is both mentally and ideologically suited to me. I love English, I get decently along with young people, and I hoped that I could help someone avoid the pains I had to go through. The following year, I head to Ireland for a year, studying in Limerick.

Best. Year. Of. My. Life.

All through this time, I've been keeping contact with roleplaying buddies online, even at one point being leader of a small clan, a group of like-minded players. Some of them I still keep in contact with on a regular basis, albeit time has moved forward for many of us, cutting our time short. And that was also the time when I came across PvP and you lot.

Long story short, I graduated last year, and have spent the last year working, getting much-needed experience under my belt. However, due to a sedentary lifestyle and a fondness for some of mom's less healthy dishes, I also got back the pounds I had lost in the army. Ones that I've started to reduce once more.

Some unfortunate dating, and now we are at present day. I'm worried about my health, fearing that I may have cancer, but this experience has also taught me to stop procrastinating. I have good friends and family, and once the worst is over, I know I intend to live as I've lived. Playing, having fun with you lot, enjoying various Medieval hobbies, enjoying each day and trying to better myself as a teacher.

Still looking for that someone to share all that, but I haven't given up hope. There's always a new day.


#20

LittleSin

LittleSin

Let's see, I'm doing this in point form like Chibi.

-My mother went to the Carribean and had a miserable time because she was puking every few minutes. She thought it was the water and was shocked to realized she was pregnant!
-I guess ultrasounds weren't accurate back then because the tech. told my parents I was going to be a boy!
-My mom firmly believed I was going to be a boy and apparently argued with Dad when he kept saying that he KNEW I was going to be a girl. She argued that she had female intuition.
-I was born January 1986. I was a girl and the doctors thought there was somethin wrong because I wasn't moving or crying. Turns out I was sound asleep!
- Dad won $50.00 from Mom because of the whole girl thing. He asked for payment before they left the delivery room.
- I've been told by several members of my family that I never cried during the night. Dad says he can't remember me crying for anything at all until I was over one years old.
- On the day my sister was born, when I was three years old, my nan took me to a ship christening. I was apparently dismayed whan we came back and there was a new person sleeping in MY crib.
-Was bullied through out primary and elementary school. My parents spoiled me rotten so I was 200 pounds before I hit grade six. I remember a group of boys knocking me down and rolling me into a ditch full of muddy and algae.
-Dad tells me that the bullying only made me more determined. I was friendly to the people who made fun of me, self depreciating in my humour and also approachable. By the time grade six came around the bullying had lessened. It just wasn't fun for them.
-My mother died on September 22, 1998. My Dad was at a Lions Club meeting. The whole day she had been complaining of heart burn but that wasn't unusual..every few weeks she'd get uncontrollable heart burn. I was lying in bed when I heard a weird...gasping..struggling noise. I thought mom was blowing up the air mattress, perhaps my Uncle has come to visit as he often does. I didn't know what I was actually hearing.
- I've never been able to forget it...or get over the guilt.
- Dad came home and the house was live but suddenly deadly. He wouldn't let me in the room they were in. My sister woke up, telling us all to be quiet because she has school in the morning. I knew something was wrong so I ran across the street to a cops house. He wasn't home.
-I swore at my Dad for the first time ever when he came back from the hospital.
-I can't tell you about the next few days. Its blur of faces and people and pity.
-In October Dad decided I needed a math tutor now that Mom was gone. The tutor was distant and would roll her eyes at me when I struggled. She would tell me that I should know such basic concepts by now.
-January 1st 1999 I woke up and found her wearing ONLY my fathers shirt, sitting in our kitchen. She smirked at me and told me that SHE would have never painted the kitchen walls green.
-My mother had only painted the walls green in August.
- She started dating dad and stopped totouring me. She told dad, in front of me, that I was a lost cause.
- Dad sold the house...she sold hers...we all moved in together.
- She immediately told Dad I wasn't allowed to have a bed room on the top floor. I was given the basement room. That was fine. I knew she didn't like me and I didn't like her.
- She started swearing and cursing in way I never heard at me. Telling twrrible things about my Mom and Dad. Telling me...well..awful things about myself.
- He daughter, who was 7 or 8 at the time, pinched me so hard when I wouldn't let her outside with out asking her mom first that she drew blood. I had to smack her hand away. She began to nawl and called her.
-When Dad and Her got home she beat me me brutally. I had two black eyes and my ear lobe ripped.
-Dad asked me a few days later 'What did you learn?' while gesturing to the bruises. I stared at him....and he started to cry.
- I tried to kill myself after her daughter had a tantrum when they left her with me. She was saying that she was going to tell her mom I hit her. I hadn't. I went to my bed room and tried to cut my wrists. My sister called the cops and they came. I hasn't done much damage..just a few scartches where I was trying to get up nerve.
- She and Dad came home. She looked at me and the cops and said 'Why would you do this us?' Dad began screaming at her. That she knew very well why I would want to do this. The cops told him to calm down. I cried because it made Dad look like a monster while the real one was feigning tears across from me. After the cops left she told me she would cock a gun for me, if I really wanted to be out of her hair.
-Dad left with my sister and I that night. That was beginning of the end of a two year night mare. We lived with my Aunt and Uncle while Dad contacted lawyers.
- Dad threw her out of the house they lived in. She stabbed him with a knife and he beat her off. He went to the hospital nad called the cops. The next morning she showed up at police station in a tank top in short skirt to show off the bruises he had left on her. The cops told her that Dad had already filed against her and arrested her as there was a wittness. She hit the cop.
- She got off because Dad didn't want to ruin her daughters life.
- She left our lives...taking moms jewellery with her. Dad saw this as a ploy on her part to get him to talk to her again. He asked me if he should suer her...I told him it was just things. I didn't want to say that but it seemed the right thing to do.
-She is a junior high school teacher. She still teaches to this day. She stalks my little sister sometimes and tries to get her fired from her jobs. That always seemed insane to me as she never tried to seek me out.
- Dad met a nicer lady who I am no prod to call my (legally!) adoptive mother.
- Went thruogh high school as a ghost...drifting between social circles..everyone knew me but now in the preppygirl/jock popular kind of way. They just knew I existed and had things to say. :p
- Met Blue.
-Graduated.
- Tried university a few times but could never figure what I wanted to do.
- Married Blue.
- Had a baby. :)

Cop out ending. Things have happened but I am tired of typing. :(


#21

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Sin...

*teddy bear hug*


#22

LittleSin

LittleSin

North_Ranger said:
Sin...

*teddy bear hug*
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Reading your stories...*hug back!*

I just looked her up on ratemyteacher.com Apparently she isn't very popular. I wish I could post it but it reveals her name and school so I probably shouldn't.


#23

Cheesy1

Cheesy1

My Amazing Origins (Part 1)

My father was a Mexican immigrant (came over at a very young age), and my mother was the product of a sexually abusive Baptist preacher father and psychotic mother. My parents met after my dad became friends with mom's brother and began attending their church in Newman, California. I'm here because of a hickey. My dad was hanging out with my mom's brother at their house before a date with his then girlfriend. My mom proceeded to tackle him and give him a giant hickey on his neck. His girlfriend that night saw it, accused him of cheating and dumped him. My parents soon began dating after that. Her parents pushed them to get married as soon as possible (even though she was only 16 at the time), and they soon were. My dad worked lots of jobs around town, but nothing that was long-term material. Soon one of his friends who had moved to Alaska to work at an outfit that did contract work for the oil companies up there said that he could get my dad on with him. So my parents picked up and moved to Kenai, Alaska.

That's when I came along. Three days after my mom's 18th birthday I was born in the nearby town of Soldotna because that was the closest hospital. My dad's hard work soon got him noticed by the oil company ARCO, and they hired him on fulltime with them. Things were tough, living in a trailer during the harsh Alaskan winters. My mother suffered from depression and insecurity due to her abusive upbringing, and my dad was starting to hang out at bars with his work buddies more and more. Then things changed drastically.

I was diagnosed with leukemia on my 4th birthday. I technically only had it for a few months, which baffled my doctors. But I spent the next three years in and out of hospitals and doctors' offices getting tests and chemotherapy. As bad as it sounds, the whole experiance probably saved my family. My dad straightened up and became more responsible. My mother began to deal with her emotional issues. We briefly lived in Bakersfield, California for a year because we thought we needed to be near the children's hospital there for my treatments. Turned out we could have gotten them near where we were back in Alaska. But while we were there, my brother popped into the picture. We sooned moved back to Kenai.

(End of Part 1)


#24

Charlie Don't Surf

Charlie Don't Surf

I need to write up my wacky poker stories. I was within a hair of "going pro". Also so very close to winning 6 figures.


#25

Cajungal

Cajungal

Born to middle class parents, second of three. My Dad told off a guy in the waiting room who felt sorry for him for not having a son. My dad promised him that my sister and I would grow up to top his sons in anything and everything. He taught us at a young age to study and work hard so that we could feel pride, not for rewards. He'd always add the aside, "but it doesn't hurt to be comfortable." He gave me books I couldn't read, played music for us that was complicated and sometimes frightening, and exposed us to art any chance he got.

He and I fought a lot, because I was too proud. Dad is a sentimental guy who expresses love for his children freely and generously, but always knowing I was the "baby girl" made me feel small and helpless instead of adored. Looking back I feel like I was a tiny bitch. Hard-headed.

My mom and I spent a lot of time together when I was a kid. I didn't really enjoy making new friends. Going to other people's houses felt weird and foreign, so I'd stay home most weekends. She taught me to mend popped-off buttons, make apple pie, walk without slouching, and speak diplomatically or at least politely, even when I was in a fight with another kid. My father told me that I didn't need to hang out with ignorant or stupid people anyway.

My sister and I fought endlessly. I never learned to shut up, and she kept on punching me when I'd say something smartass. (Not in the face or anything, just the arm, like siblings do.) I passed that along to my little brother, and it makes me feel ashamed. To this day, he'd never hurt a fly. Now the three of us are best friends. We never "hated" each other. We fought and argued, but at the end of the day, we trusted one another more than anyone outside the family. Today we are best friends.

I got together with the only guy I've ever been with (and ever want to) on the night of high school graduation rehearsal. We'd known each other for a couple of years. After a long conversation one day, we'd realized how much we had in common. We didn't go to prom together, but we took a picture and danced. He drove me home after a party with the class, and he kissed me. Since then I feel like we've been 5 different couples together, but it has been a satisfying relationship. He is the best friend outside my family that I have ever known, and he is the embodiment of kindness and generosity.

I studied voice from age 9-19, and I still sing for pleasure to this day. I went to culinary school, but that didn't last. The hours and competitiveness intimidated me. Teaching suited me, because it surrounded me with people who help each other. I learned how much I enjoyed being around children and passing along my parents' weird wisdom to young people. Most of all, it gives me the perfect place to "never be satisfied," as my dad would say. There's so much more to learn every day, and in this job, I get to see that absolutely.

Today I'm a teacher, an aunt, an aspiring writer, and a person who simply tries to do her best every day and enjoy the little things. I don't feel like I'm particularly interesting. My life has been pretty good. I'm fortunate to have been surrounded by so many wonderful people. I just want everyone to feel like I do every day. It's why I chose this job. I want students to be passionate, disciplined, enthusiastic, and kind. That's what my loved ones taught me, and I think they did it pretty well. I'm not always those things, but it's always in my mind that these things are important to aspire to. That's all.


#26



makare

mine turned out super long so I spoilered it.
Well, I don't feel comfortable telling everyone here the bad things that have happened in my life so I'll just stick with good..ish.
I was born to my mom on the Air Force base in Pensacola, FL. My mom was 19. We both went home. A day later my mom was back in the hospital with an infection. She got out a week later and I then entered the hospital with pyloric stenosis, basically the bottom of my stomach grew shut. I was slowly starving to death so I had to be operated on at only a few weeks old. It went fine. My dad is a manwhore who has a bunch of kids he didn't want. That's all I really know about him.
We moved back to SD when I was around 2. We lived in my mom's hometown until we moved to another where my great grandma lived. My mom worked alot to support me. I spent alot of time with my great grandma who I called Big Grandma (she was a very slight woman I just associated Big and Great when I was little). She and my Little grandma and great aunt loved to read to me and talk to me. I always preferred talking to adults rather than children. When I was 3 one of those bad things happened and I am not going to go into it but it was a life changing type thing. It was pretty much the point I learned that life is not always good and people aren't always nice.
When I was 5 my sister was born. She was 2 months premie and a major chore. She was always doing annoying shit like stop breathing (I joke but it was awful). My mom realized she needed a better job so we moved across the state so she could go to school and get her teaching degree. My mom did the best she could taking care of us but she has a lot of problems. Mostly because her mother is a batshit bonkers evil bitch, although I didn't realize that until I was in the 8th grade.
While my mom went to school I started school. Kindergarten was hell because I was very headstrong and my teacher hated me. I realize I was a pain in the ass but it wasn't good for either of us. My mom took me out of public school and put me in a church school. It was very small. K-4 were all in one room. It was nice because my teacher would let me do 2-4 work and it kept me busy.
The church school was mostly nice but it was also where I began the struggle with God that lasted until I was well into my teen years. Religion and faith and spirituality were confusing to me and the things the church was saying didn't fit what I felt. I was a very paranoid, very frightened child because of that. If you tell a child she is going to go to hell for wrong doing you better understand that she just might believe you.
It was difficult with my mom because she would sometimes drink too much. Once I went to wake her and I couldn’t, she was so passed out I thought she was dead. That incident set off a perpetual fear in my mind that my mother was going to die and leave me. It was such a strain on me that I developed my first ulcer in the first grade.
After my mom got her degree we moved back to the town we lived in before and mom worked at a tribal school a half an hour away. That year was fun because my mom's friend's daughter came to live with us. She is a few years older than me. Her name is Shelley and mine is Michelle so that amused us. It was fun having a big sister
The next year we moved to the town where the tribal school is. I loved it there. The downside though was my mom started to work nights and on the nights she didn’t work she was drinking (eventually she was drinking more nights than working but that’s how that goes). She wasn’t around much. I liked the town because it was small and since there wasn’t much to do it was not unusual for all the kids to go to different churches. I liked this because I liked to know what other people’s faiths were like. The most helpful to me was the Catholic church where Sister Bernadette was. I loved her so much. She would answer my questions these deep soul cutting questions that kept me up nights, to the best of her ability. And she never made me feel bad for wondering those things, for “questioning my faith” the way the Lutheran church had. She was wonderful.
Bad things happened, but they tend to when your parent is away. Our very religious neighbors were often calling Social Services on my mom (their religion just upset me). Those visits were stressful but nothing ever came from them. The conclusion was that I was mature enough to take care of my sister and myself. Looking back on it, I was that mature but I should have had to be. The worst thing that happened was my mom met Steve, as I’ve referred to him on here before as the Awful Man. We moved with him to the town we live in now.
That was the worst year of my life. I am not going to go into it but he was a cruel-hearted, alcoholic, misogynistic, racist, homophobic bastard and I hate him. I hate him just as much today not having seen him face to face in 15 years as I did then. The plus of the year was I made some of the best friends I have today. The worst was after that asshole dumped my mom she tried to kill herself. I was angry with her for doing something like that because what would have happened to my sister and I. And I was angry because she was upset she was rid of that man. Couldn’t she see what a monster he was? Well, no she couldn’t. How could she? She had spent the year often drunk. I would have drank too if I could have.
After that my mom went into AA and counseling because of a DUI. That changed our lives. High school was long but mostly uneventful. After a big fight during my 8th grade year we stopped talking to my grandma, for ten years.
A downside in high school was my friends and I were certain that I had a thyroid problem but my mom wouldn’t listen to me. Even after a lot of my hair fell out my senior year. I didn’t get tested and treated until I was 20. Now I am doing well. That’s mostly my origin I guess. I left most of the juicy stuff out but I’m sure that’s understandable.


#27

phil

phil

Born
Died for a bit
Got over it
The next bit gets fuzzy
School
Scene omitted
More school
Go to college
Intend to finish one day
Doing this bullshit now


#28

HCGLNS

HCGLNS

Born long ago
Happy childhood
Happy teenage years
Stole a locomotive
Became a park ranger
Went to university
Left university to care for my parents
Enjoyed the thrills of Warkworth Correctional Institution
Met a girl
Got certified
Got married
Moved from TO to Halifax
Got a house
2 kids
???
Profit!


#29



makare

im disturbed by the ??? profit being after the kids...


#30

HCGLNS

HCGLNS

Once you have kids things get a little blurry for a while.


#31

LittleSin

LittleSin

HCGLNS said:
Once you have kids things get a little blurry for a while.
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Amen.

Ask me what I have been doing for two years. NO FUCKING IDEA.


#32



makare

Oh wait I forgot at one point in my childhood I said NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Just wanted to add that in there.


#33

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

These are all very interesting. I cannot fathom how bland I am! But these stories have reminded me of a few things in my life; I may type something else up eventually. My family has the interesting stories-- not me. My dad, for example, came from nothing, managed to move away from it, and has provided me the good life I have. He likes tos say that he's the only [last name] that hasn't been in jail.


#34

sixpackshaker

sixpackshaker

Charlie Don't Surf said:
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi...
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dammit, you stole my line. After all I saw that movie first run at 10 years old.


#35



makare

Oh I thought I would actually add a real mystery solver. That wacko religious family that lived next door to us (and behind us) were all gingers. Every damn last one of them! They were creepy loony toon redheads!

Aversion therapy that is.


#36

Mathias

Mathias

North_Ranger said:
First part of the story
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Why on Earth didn't you fight back?


#37

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
Why on Earth didn't you fight back?
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I knew that was coming.


#38

Mathias

Mathias

Quotemander Prime said:
I knew that was coming.
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I'm just curious why someone would let another kid squeeze them to almost death, and not do a damn thing about it.


#39

Wahad

Wahad

Because the other kid may have been stronger (probably was, if he got NR in that position to begin with), or because NR was in extreme pain. Although everyone might make their efforts to protect themselves, as NR actually said he did (if you read his post closely it says ''I tried to fight back'') there is little you can do when you are despairing, not thinking straight because your oxygen is being cut off and once again because you are in pain and generally because you are a kid.

Not everyone is a badass, or even a fighter. Not everyone can be an action hero. Some people are just victims. (No offense to NR)


#40

Mathias

Mathias

Wahad said:
Because the other kid may have been stronger (probably was, if he got NR in that position to begin with), or because NR was in extreme pain. Although everyone might make their efforts to protect themselves, as NR actually said he did (if you read his post closely it says ''I tried to fight back'') there is little you can do when you are despairing, not thinking straight because your oxygen is being cut off and once again because you are in pain and generally because you are a kid.

Not everyone is a badass, or even a fighter. Not everyone can be an action hero. Some people are just victims. (No offense to NR)
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I'm not talking about that single event. I'm talking about everything in general. I'm actually fascinated that a good portion of these origin stories develop deeply around being bullied. It's as though those events are what shaped the rest of the person's life. If I were in NR's shoes for instance, the next day I would have snuck up behind that little asshole and sucker punched him the head. At least he'd have learned not to fuck with me, even if I did fight dirty. I mean that's what you have to do sometimes in order to get it to stop. But it's water under the bridge at this point. He can't go back. I just see a lot of hurt, anger, and resentment in that post.

Growing up I was bullied too - everyone was. I'm always intrigued by the stories of people who just let it continue, and how much of an impact it had on their lives. It just makes me appreciate all the more that when I was younger I fought back and would never give a bully an inch. Those memories are of course still there, but I'm glad those events in my personal life never became defining moments. Or I guess they did, but in a positive manner. Like I said, I remember being bullied, but I don't remember it as vividly or venomously as North Ranger does.

I'm not trying to play blame the victim here at all, but I just never understood why and how people can just make themselves targets like that. It's akin to walking in a bad neighborhood shouting that you have a thousand dollars in your wallet, and expecting not to get mugged. The muggers are 100% wrong, and you did nothing wrong to deserve getting mugged, but all the same, it's your ass in the gutter with an empty wallet.

The more you roll over and take the worse it gets. And I never felt it was up to school administrators to police that sort of thing either. They can't pick favorites in a case of he said, she said, which is why telling the teacher rarely works. You have to stand up and tell them you're not going to take it anymore.


#41

Shegokigo

Shegokigo

Mathias is mostly right. You HAVE to stand up for yourself. Even if it means getting punched in the face. Why? Because bullies don't just pick on "you", even though it feels that way. They have, at all times, multiple targets to choose from. They'll pick the easiest, most rewarding target they can find and torture that individual. If you make yourself a less appealing target (known to fight back, hurt them even slightly) then you're going to see a decrease perhaps even a complete stop in the bullying.

Will it continue throughout your life in different venues? Of course, it'll go from physical violence (school), to emotional(relationships), to possibly mental stress (work). However, the more you push back, the less you're going to see the focus on hurting you increasing.

However I disagree that school administrator's shouldn't police it. Granted it's not a 100% deterent, it' more defence than if bullies knew for a fact that there was no administrative reprocussion.


#42

Wahad

Wahad

Oh, I fully agree that people should stand up for themselves. But as a kid, you don't always have that wisdom. When I was growing up I was always taught that I should ignore it and that eventually it would go away. I didn't know better than to ignore it. So I was bullied, although never to the point of physical violence (thank god). And I highly doubt I am the only person in the world who's been taught that way, as opposed to being encouraged to fight back. As I said, not everyone is a fighter.


#43

Espy

Espy

Can we avoid overanalyzing people's life stories and telling them what they did wrong? People are sharing some pretty intense stuff in here and I'd hate to see that stop because they are worried about someone giving them crap for their past. I can see that going south really fast.


#44

LittleSin

LittleSin

I don't think I ever fought back during school or at home. The school situation, like I said, I just rolled swith it. I didn't ignore it, I acknowledged it and I just laughed about it or teased them back. After a while it just stopped. So, I guess you don't always need to resort to violence. Not crying, not bowing your head, grinning and looking them in the eye seemed to do the trick to.

All though, there was one bully that I wish to this day I had hit. She wasn't physical but she would say mean and nasty things to me. My usual tactics didn't work because she played off insecurities I had. She was just the kind of person that was able to to root those things out of you and use them to her own advantage. I still hateher and I still hear stories about how she is now, how her father bought her a brand new car and she started to cry because it wasn't the kind of car she wanted. How she intentionally crashed it and he bought her the one she wanted. I think 'I really should have hit that spoiled asshole.'

Also, I sorta wish the woman who abused me would come stalk me like she has my sister. I have ten years of pent up anger and unspent retribution in me that is dying to get out.


#45

Emrys

Emrys

My bullying went beyond name-calling or punching. I was chased with knives and shot at (bb gun, thank the gods). I was also 5'2" and weighed less than 100lbs, so fighting back wasn't really an option, but I learned to run really, really fast.
Yeah, I didn't live in a good neighbourhood.


#46

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Mathias:

Fuck you, we already had this discussion once. And I don't feel any compunction to let you throw about your self-righteous, hindight, now-if-I-had-been-in-a-situation-like-that "wisdom" about the first time when I learned what assholes people can be, not to mention the first and only time when I considered my life to have been in danger. Again.

You got that?

Good.

Now, as you may have noticed, I make little mention of bullying after that event. Sure, there was some, but I have forgotten and gotten over it as trivial, juvenile idiocy that most people get over. I didn't fight back, but I stopped giving a shit about assholes who think they have the right to say and do whatever the fuck they want. There was a moment in my senior year when I did fight back, not with fists, but with words and not being afraid. That, however, is an event I keep to myself, out of regard to the fact that me and the bully made amends. I don't consider him a friend, but I've forgiven him.

As for your "analogy" about my behavior - which you apparently managed to summarize from a few lines - being similar to going to a bad neighborhood yelling that you have pockets full of simoleons, I give the appropriate response of telling you that your analogy is weak at best. Going to school is obligatory. Going to a bad neighborhood is not. And I chose to go to the high school in my hometown because despite everything, I still had friends - great ones at that. I remember still hearing the odd "fatso" comment or being reminded of some elementary school event during those three years as well, but they are blurred by happier memories of a handful of close friends.

I gave you people a story. A story. Not the whole story. So please, stop f***in' playing an armchair psychologist with my life. Or let's hear yours so I can put on my Sigmund Freud beard, pfake Aüstrian akzent and make casual remarks about your formative years with metaphors pulled out of my rear end. Nut up or shut up.

How's that for standing up to a bully?


#47

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
I'm just curious why someone would let another kid squeeze them to almost death, and not do a damn thing about it.
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I can't say what I'd have done in NR's position. In the London Riots thread, didn't you say we're all the same and would do whatever another person did in their position if we were that person? So if any of us had been in NR's place, with his mindset and background, we'd have done the exact same thing.


#48

Mathias

Mathias

Maybe you'd be less defensive if you'd actually had learned to stand up for yourself? I don't really think I deserved a 'fuck you'. You're the one who wrote your tale of woe on an internet forum.


#49

fade

fade

Wow a lot of rough lives under one virtual roof. Sin, yours could be novelized. I'm sorry for your situation. Sticks and stones may break your bones, but nothing hurts like hatred from someone who should love you.


#50

Mathias

Mathias

Espy said:
Can we avoid overanalyzing people's life stories and telling them what they did wrong? People are sharing some pretty intense stuff in here and I'd hate to see that stop because they are worried about someone giving them crap for their past. I can see that going south really fast.
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What's the point of posting stories about your life without any kind of feedback and insight? If someones willing to share deep shit about themselves, they should be willing to have a discussion about it.


#51

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Mathias said:
Maybe you'd be less defensive if you'd actually had learned to stand up for yourself? I don't really think I deserved a 'fuck you'. You're the one who wrote your tale of woe on an internet forum.
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You did deserve it.

And I repeat: nut up or shut up.


#52

Mathias

Mathias

North_Ranger said:
Mathias:

Fuck you, we already had this discussion once. And I don't feel any compunction to let you throw about your self-righteous, hindight, now-if-I-had-been-in-a-situation-like-that "wisdom" about the first time when I learned what assholes people can be, not to mention the first and only time when I considered my life to have been in danger. Again.

You got that?

Good.

Now, as you may have noticed, I make little mention of bullying after that event. Sure, there was some, but I have forgotten and gotten over it as trivial, juvenile idiocy that most people get over. I didn't fight back, but I stopped giving a shit about assholes who think they have the right to say and do whatever the fuck they want. There was a moment in my senior year when I did fight back, not with fists, but with words and not being afraid. That, however, is an event I keep to myself, out of regard to the fact that me and the bully made amends. I don't consider him a friend, but I've forgiven him.

As for your "analogy" about my behavior - which you apparently managed to summarize from a few lines - being similar to going to a bad neighborhood yelling that you have pockets full of simoleons, I give the appropriate response of telling you that your analogy is weak at best. Going to school is obligatory. Going to a bad neighborhood is not. And I chose to go to the high school in my hometown because despite everything, I still had friends - great ones at that. I remember still hearing the odd "fatso" comment or being reminded of some elementary school event during those three years as well, but they are blurred by happier memories of a handful of close friends.

I gave you people a story. A story. Not the whole story. So please, stop f***in' playing an armchair psychologist with my life. Or let's hear yours so I can put on my Sigmund Freud beard, pfake Aüstrian akzent and make casual remarks about your formative years with metaphors pulled out of my rear end. Nut up or shut up.

How's that for standing up to a bully?
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Funny, the story you gave us is the one about being bullied. So what you're really saying is you want people to feel sorry for you. That's what I'm getting off your little tantrum here. Let me check my first posts regarding the topic of bullying. Hmm. Yep, they look pretty civil and non judgmental to me.


#53

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

How exactly does one nut up? I've never heard that term before.

I'm just curious what his alternative to shutting up is when given those choices.


#54

Mathias

Mathias

North_Ranger said:
You did deserve it.

And I repeat: nut up or shut up.
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No. I don't need a pity party. My life's been fine. I've had ups, and I've had downs. Just like every other person out there. I have enough self esteem to not have to post all the baww that's gone on in my life.

Want a story? My brother died in a car accident. I had to raise his kid. Boo hoo.


#55

fade

fade

I don't want to give you a pity party, but I do actually find stuff like this fascinating. The fact that I actually know the speakers (to the extent one can within a web forum) is just icing on the cake.


#56



makare

People are just talking about their lives no one has implied they should be pitied at all.


#57

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

Mathias: Stop stirring shit into my thread. This is an Origin Story thread, not a "Let's Piss All Over Everyone Just Because" thread. You can start that one if you like.

Now that you've well and truly persuaded everyone to never post their origin story again, I'd love to invite anyone still here to share theirs. Even if you think it's boring, I'd like to hear it!

I wanna hear Dave's. And Gusto's. And Jay's. Annnnnd... Hm... Cop Guy's! Where's Cop Guy's origin story?


#58

Mathias

Mathias

fade said:
I don't want to give you a pity party, but I do actually find stuff like this fascinating. The fact that I actually know the speakers (to the extent one can within a web forum) is just icing on the cake.
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I didn't want to come off as sounding like everyone's seeking pity. I find it fascinating too, which is why I wanted to delve in deeper into the bullying issues that NR raise himself. How can anyone post a story and not want to discuss it. The impression I'm getting from his response is that, yes, he wanted a pat on the back and a pity party.
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doomdragon6 said:
Mathias: Stop stirring shit into my thread. This is an Origin Story thread, not a "Let's Piss All Over Everyone Just Because" thread. You can start that one if you like.

Now that you've well and truly persuaded everyone to never post their origin story again, I'd love to invite anyone still here to share theirs. Even if you think it's boring, I'd like to hear it!

I wanna hear Dave's. And Gusto's. And Jay's. Annnnnd... Hm... Cop Guy's! Where's Cop Guy's origin story?
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Fine, fine. Lets all just ooh and ahh without any real discussion. I guess everyone likes to just hear themselves talk on the internet as well...


#59

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

He could nut up by telling his own origin story so we can take one part of it and go "Oh that's not how you're supposed to do it, now if I had been in your shoes I would have beaten this guy to pieces, impregnated his mom and made his dad's heart crap its pants".

I don't consider myself going over the top here since this is the second time I have mentioned that story - and the second time Mathias starts his proclamation for violence being the only way to solve problems between people not old enough to shave. I don't even want to bother arguing the whole thing with him again. He can put up a stone wall again, but I don't have to go and bash my head against it - this being an analogy of the usefulness of arguing with him.


#60

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
Fine, fine. Lets all just ooh and ahh without any real discussion. I guess everyone likes to just hear themselves talk on the internet as well...
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I don't know what you're trying to get out of him, Matthias; he has a point in that this discussion's been done between you guys before. It's not gonna have a different result.

Here, I'll give this one: in my bullying situation, which I didn't really get into because it's not life-defining--being a kid sucks for a lot people, for different reasons--my dad said what you say, and you're both right. Yeah, I'd have gotten in trouble with the school, because I would've done worse than I was given, solely because what happened to me wasn't that damn bad. It was annoying and I should've punched a couple of the guys so they'd go the hell away. I couldn't get myself to actually do it--I didn't feel the motivation there, or maybe I thought I was being superior, or some other dumb shit. The only time I've ever punched someone was when a guy put his hand up my sister's skirt. It felt right then.

For the usual bullying, I just didn't. BUT I will admit, had I done so, it would've solved my problems much earlier. And maybe I should have. OR maybe I shouldn't have been such a loner jackass and then I'd have realized that sometimes people are just testing you, and if you learn to laugh things off rather than get pissy, you'll find there are layers to a person beneath the bullying, and you might actually have friends instead of enemies. Who knows? At this point, who cares? That was a long time ago. Being an adult rocks; I don't have to give a shit about high school BS anymore, and I know that "it's too early for soda" was a lie my mom made up in the morning so she wouldn't tear her hair out over hyperactive children juiced up on Coca Cola when she wished she could sleep until noon.
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North_Ranger said:
He could nut up by telling his own origin story so we can take one part of it and go "Oh that's not how you're supposed to do it,
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I'll admit, that's pretty fucking funny.


#61

Mathias

Mathias

North_Ranger said:
He could nut up by telling his own origin story so we can take one part of it and go "Oh that's not how you're supposed to do it, now if I had been in your shoes I would have beaten this guy to pieces, impregnated his mom and made his dad's heart crap its pants".

I don't consider myself going over the top here since this is the second time I have mentioned that story - and the second time Mathias starts his proclamation for violence being the only way to solve problems between people not old enough to shave. I don't even want to bother arguing the whole thing with him again. He can put up a stone wall again, but I don't have to go and bash my head against it - this being an analogy of the usefulness of arguing with him.
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I'm pretty sure you're overreacting and being over sensitive -as usual.

Heaven forbid, and woe is be to the one that mentions obesity or bullying in your presence.


#62

fade

fade

I never know how to address the bully issue. I was in a unique-ish situation with that one. On the one hand, I was a raging nerd in HS, complete (I kid you not) with taped glasses and 70s hand-me-downs from some dude my dad worked with. On the other hand, I was an athlete and worked out a good bit. I was just looking at a picture from HS yesterday. It's hilarious, actually. Like someone photoshopped the lead character from Revenge of the Nerds's head onto this in-shape body. The end result was that I never got physically bullied, but I still got it verbally. People just ran afterwards.


#63

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Mathias said:
I'm pretty sure you're overreacting and being over sensitive -as usual.

Heaven forbid, and woe is be to the one that mentions obesity or bullying in your presence.
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#64

Espy

Espy

Mathias said:
What's the point of posting stories about your life without any kind of feedback and insight? If someones willing to share deep shit about themselves, they should be willing to have a discussion about it.
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Notice I never said you couldn't give feedback or insight. Discuss away, just be respectful.

So if people, and that means ANYONE, wants to stir up shit, troll or give someone shit for their story then you are gonna end up getting dooms nice thread locked up and a infraction headed your way. Just be respectful of folks stories and their lives. Consider this a gentle warning for everyone in the thread who is posting and will post. Discuss, and be respectful of peoples very personal stories.

Edit after reading the last few posts that appeared while I wrote this: NR and Matthias can drop their discussion here. Done. You guys go post in other threads or talk about other stuff that isn't each other.


#65

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

fade said:
I never know how to address the bully issue.
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I took this to mean with kids. I'm trying to think, if my cousins were bullied, what would I tell them? Their moms tell to just ignore it or tell a teacher. My first instinct is to say the stuff my dad would say, about fighting back, but schools these days are rough. They have zero tolerance policies for fighting, so they'd rather let a kid get picked on and picked on until they snap and do something horrifying than address the problem beforehand, or let the kids have their fight and be done with the constant bullying, or discipline the bully before things escalate... You want the kid to stick up for him/herself, but you don't want them suspended or worse either. Some of these bullies today are just rich little shits whose parents will sue if you touch their innocent little snowflake.

Or maybe that's just the area I'm in. Fucking yuppies.


#66



makare

With those schools no tolerance policy is that fighting anywhere or just on school grounds? Could the kids get in trouble for fighting in a park or something?


#67

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

makare said:
With those schools no tolerance policy is that fighting anywhere or just on school grounds? Could the kids get in trouble for fighting in a park or something?
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That's another thing--my first instinct would be school grounds, but nowadays schools are stretching their reach to anything kids are doing if they attend that school, regardless of where, even if it's on the damn internet (Facebook).


#68

North_Ranger

North_Ranger

Quotemander Prime said:
I took this to mean with kids. I'm trying to think, if my cousins were bullied, what would I tell them? Their moms tell to just ignore it or tell a teacher. My first instinct is to say the stuff my dad would say, about fighting back, but schools these days are rough. They have zero tolerance policies for fighting, so they'd rather let a kid get picked on and picked on until they snap and do something horrifying than address the problem beforehand, or let the kids have their fight and be done with the constant bullying, or discipline the bully before things escalate... You want the kid to stick up for him/herself, but you don't want them suspended or worse either. Some of these bullies today are just rich little shits whose parents will sue if you touch their innocent little snowflake.

Or maybe that's just the area I'm in. Fucking yuppies.
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May I kindly suggest continuing this line of discussion in another thread? You know, not to muddle this thread any further with this...

Oh what the hell, I'll just say it:



#69

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight



#70

Charlie Don't Surf

Charlie Don't Surf

My mom told me she was going to kill herself on more than one occasion.


#71

phil

phil

Guys I invented a time machine! It takes you back to 6 months ago when this exact thread happened!

Spoiler: it gets locked because some people don't know what being the bigger man means.


#72

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

phil said:
Guys I invented a time machine! It takes you back to 6 months ago when this exact thread happened!

Spoiler: it gets locked because some people don't know what being the bigger man means.
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It means having the better origin story.


#73



makare

well I wasn't so much born as distilled.


#74

Espy

Espy

phil said:
Guys I invented a time machine! It takes you back to 6 months ago when this exact thread happened!

Spoiler: it gets locked because some people don't know what being the bigger man means.
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I gotta tell you, this made me laugh. Out loud.


#75

Cheesy1

Cheesy1

(Part 2)

Back in Alaska I started school. I've always been a shy person, so I didn't make friends easily. But also got the feeling that kids didn't want to be around me because they knew I was sick. You also have to remember that this was about the time that AIDS was starting to be really noticed by the general public, but most people still didn't really understand the nature of it. So when they heard "blood disease," I think many of the other kids got scared. At age 7 I went to the children's hospital in Seattle with my dad to undergo one final round of tests. They all came back negative and I was declared in complete remission. By age 9 my dad had been transfered to working on the North Slope of Alaska. But he was tired of both working AND living in Alaska. My parents decided it would be better to move back to the Central Valley area of California to be closer to their families. My dad continued all the way until retirement to work two weeks straight on the slope, then come back home for two weeks. Back and forth like that for over 25 years.

Moving to Cali and going to school there was a major culture shock for me. The weather difference was the first big change. It took a long time for me to get use to the extreme heat after living in extreme cold my whole life. I also went from being the only Mexican in school (thus not having to learn Spanish), to half the kids being Mexican and everyone speaking Spanish. I'll admit, I was a big pussy in elementary school. In California I got picked on a lot, but never in fights. By the time I got to 6th grade I learned that if you stepped up to most bullies who tried to act physically, they would back down because they were all pathetic cowards at heart. But despite that, I was a miserable child. I had few friends and I was just full of self-pity and loathing. I never felt good about myself, even though I was one of the smartest kids in school. I was in National Honors Society and was put in the advanced math classes, but I always felt like I was the "stupid" smart kid compared to the other smart kids. But as I got into junior high, I started to gain more confidence. I joined band and began playing baritone saxaphone. I met kids there who would soon become my closest friends, and for the first time I felt like I belonged.

(End of Part 2)


#76



Philosopher B.

Homeschooled by crazy people in the country. Now expect all gunshot noises to be someone shooting at groundhogs.


#77

General Specific

General Specific

I was born in Texas, to a professor father and school teacher mother. We moved from there when I was only 3 to South Carolina. So, I've lived here for most of my life. It's been pretty uneventful for the most part. My parents are loving and I got along about as well with my brother & sister as you can expect for siblings. I never had much worry when I was young. Not to say that my parents didn't. I found out only a few years ago that my parents had been taking out loans to get through the summers when I was young. So, we've never been wealthy, but we've always made do. I never went to bed hungry.

I, too, was a shy kid in school. I was pretty timid as well and would avoid all confrontations. It didn't help that my emotions would take over sometimes and I would cry. This, of course, led me to being picked on and being called crybaby, etc. I got control of myself for the most part when we moved out to the suburbs. The story behind that is quite painful to me in a very literal sense. We were living close to downtown, not quite in the city limits, but you could hit it with a rock from there. I went to a pretty run-down school at the time and there were problems with gangs and such. One day during P.E., we were playing volleyball on the concrete courts they had. A point was scored by the other team and the ball bounced out into the gravel parking lot. I chased after it and while doing so, slipped and skinned my leg. I basically wound up doing something akin to a baseball slide on gravel. The outside of my left leg, from almost my ankle to my hip was bloody. I was taken to the hospital to get the wound cleaned and checked, etc. I healed up just fine, but it gave my father a good look at that school. He determined that he was NOT going to let my little sister go there. We moved at the end of the year.

Growing up has opened my eyes about a few things. I have experienced losing family members unexpectedly and also after long, drawn out fights against the likes of cancer. I've also had my grandmother go from being loving and slightly goofy to being a mean and judgmental person. She had simply changed her behavior around myself and my siblings when we were young. Now that we're adults, her true personality has been allowed through. She is the type that will figure out what your greatest insecurity is and needle it relentlessly. She seems to want to be the wise and respected matriarch of the family, but with the rebellious Scottish blood we have, it never worked at all. As a result, it has driven each of her grandkids and even her son, my uncle, to not want to be around her that much. It really is kind of sad.

But on the good side, I am closer to my brother and sister than ever. I can call on them anytime I need to and they can do the same with me. My nephew is 2&1/2 and the only complaint I have with him is that he and my brother & sister-in-law live in Houston, so I can't see them but a few times a year. I now have a job that I love, am building a house, have friends that care about me, and the only issue left is finding the right girl to spend my days with. I'm working on that last one though.

I have a really good life.


#78

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

All good stories. :D I want some more details on Philosopher B.


#79

HCGLNS

HCGLNS

doomdragon6 said:
All good stories. :D I want some more details on Philosopher B.
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I want to know what happened to doomdragons 1 though 5!


#80

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

There can be only one. :|


#81

fade

fade

phil said:
Guys I invented a time machine! It takes you back to 6 months ago when this exact thread happened!

Spoiler: it gets locked because some people don't know what being the bigger man means.
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Tell me who won the major sports event back then so I can bet on them here!


#82



Gagaoohlala

Wow. I am mostly a lurker but thought about actually posting hrere as my life has been pretty interesting so far. So much so, in fact, a good frindof mine since middleschool hs been blogging stories about me for the past 15 or so years and is turning them into a novella. good stuf. But dare I share? Some of you guys/gals are pretty cruel and judgemental. Asking those people to put thier past and feelings and soul out there and then judigng them as is you have never made a mistake,poor judgement,or failed to be the hero you think they should have been becasue you are so so much holier and braver than they?. hmmm......... Is this a place I want to be?


#83

Espy

Espy

You know, there are dicks everywhere you go in life, even here. The majority are pretty good folks though and would support and enjoy hearing about your life. Plus, if someone's attacks you for sharing about your life please let me or any of the other mods know and we will happily deal with them. :)


#84

Docseverin

Docseverin

I am a Phallus .


#85

fade

fade

[Insert humorous, non-commital thread response]


#86

Mathias

Mathias

Gagaoohlala said:
Wow. I am mostly a lurker but thought about actually posting hrere as my life has been pretty interesting so far. So much so, in fact, a good frindof mine since middleschool hs been blogging stories about me for the past 15 or so years and is turning them into a novella. good stuf. But dare I share? Some of you guys/gals are pretty cruel and judgemental. Asking those people to put thier past and feelings and soul out there and then judigng them as is you have never made a mistake,poor judgement,or failed to be the hero you think they should have been becasue you are so so much holier and braver than they?. hmmm......... Is this a place I want to be?
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Then don't post. Jesus. There sure are a lot of pariahs around here. I hate this run around bullshit. If you're intimidated by a bunch of forum assholes, then don't post. Simple as that. Don't go posting whiny messages about how you're afraid to post. North Ranger is just an over sensitive blowhard. He blows up any time you bring up a sensitive topic about him. You're going to have critics about anything you post. I know there are people on this forum who hate my guts; at the same time there are people who are my good friends. Do you think I give two shits about how much someone like North Ranger hates me? Just post your stories and see what happens, otherwise go back to lurking because I hate, hate, hate run around attention games with lurkers.


#87

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

fade said:
[Insert humorous, non-commital thread response]
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"I used to like things. That was twenty years ago. The world's changed. I've changed."


#88

fade

fade

Mathias said:
Then don't post Jesus. There sure are a lot of pariahs around here.
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Jesus said:
I was born on a cold night in Bethlehem. 3 rich guys gave me a bunch of stuff that mysteriously disappeared, since I apparently still grew up poor.

Skip a bunch of boring years, unless you count the unconfirmed apocryphal stuff where I killed a kid just to bring him back to life.

But, then I decided to start my own band, and there were 12 guys I hooked up with. The drummer Judas Priest turned out to be a dick, and then the Trojan Man nailed me to a cross.
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#89

Mathias

Mathias

Espy said:
You know, there are dicks everywhere you go in life, even here. The majority are pretty good folks though and would support and enjoy hearing about your life. Plus, if someone's attacks you for sharing about your life please let me or any of the other mods know and we will happily deal with them. :)
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Yes.
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Well, Jesus. What you should have done is kicked those Romans in the nuts with your Christ powers.


#90

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
Then don't post. Jesus. There sure are a lot of pariahs around here.
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I'm questioning if that was a real lurker or not. Reason being the last sentence:

Is this a place I want to be?
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Seems awfully pointed at an issue Dave had in the past where another member, we'll call Mr. Zadwozel, was believed to be making the place an unwelcome forum for new members. So pointed that it makes me wonder if someone is trying to stir up those worries in Dave or admins again.
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Mathias said:
Well, Jesus. What you should have done is kicked those Romans in the nuts with your Christ powers.
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Yeah, Jesus. Why on Earth didn't you fight back?


#91

Mathias

Mathias

Just so you know, I brought back Picard to specifically count how that one visual que changed people's disposition towards me without changing the manner of my posting habits. I'm correlating the posts with and without it together in excel; so far the response has been overwhelmingly hostile despite posting in the same manner. What does that say about the forum? Gangland much? It seems that people see what they want to see from a poster, so in essence blaming one person for the attitude of a forum is pretty moot.

As Mathias, I promised I'd filter out what I say and not simply speak my mind. Well I'm telling you straight out. If someone came up to me and stated that they "might talk about their life with me if I was nice enough to them" I'd tell them to fuck off. I don't have time for mind games.
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Quotemander Prime said:
Added at: 10:18

Yeah, Jesus. Why on Earth didn't you fight back?
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Simple question that Jesus should openly answer if he was thus inclined to share his life story with us.
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You know for as much as people want people like me to shut the fuck up in this thread, you guys sure do bring it up a lot. I mean, would I have even respond had Gaga not even mentioned anything and just posted his/her story? Back to my original point: fuck what other people think of you and just post, or shut the fuck up and keep lurking.


#92

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
It seems that people see what they want to see from a poster, so in essence blaming one person for the attitude of a forum is pretty moot.
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People are going to read how they want from text, even if nothing nice or nasty was said either way, and no one person is going to change the attitude of the entire forum made of a few dozen people, but I don't see how the Picard changes anything unless it's subliminal--I didn't even notice he was there until you pointed it out. I doubt many people associate that with the name we dare not say.


#93

Mathias

Mathias

Quotemander Prime said:
People are going to read how they want from text, even if nothing nice or nasty was said either way, and no one person is going to change the attitude of the entire forum made of a few dozen people, but I don't see how the Picard changes anything unless it's subliminal--I didn't even notice he was there until you pointed it out. I doubt many people associate that with the name we dare not say.
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So you know what? I might as well go back to being Chazwozel.

*dont worry, I won't. I know that everyone trembles at that name for some reason. Fact is and has always remained that I don't give two shits about what people around here think of me. I'm here to shoot the shit just like everyone else. If what I say offends you then take a number and get in line to pound sand. Now could we just put this to rest and allow people to post in the thread? Or is there anyone else who wants to post about how scared they are of the big bad Chazwozel and shit spiral this thread down further? Honestly, if you people would just fucking let it go and move on.


#94

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
So you know what? I might as well go back to being Chazwozel.
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Don't say that name!

While at first Mathias seemed like Chaz + whining, now that more time has past the difference you intended is clearly visible some of the time. What I think people didn't understand is that your opinions weren't going to change; just the abrasiveness would be held back. For whatever reason, some people see this:

Why on Earth didn't you fight back?
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as this:

What the hell's wrong with you? Why didn't you fucking fight back, you shit-eating pussy?
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I don't understand why. When I said I knew the question was coming, all I meant is, I know your opinions on the subject since this discussion's been had on the forum before--I really hope I'm not one who escalated it, because examining page 2 again, it seems as if escalation happened before NR even got to read anything and maybe his response wouldn't have been so heated if not for the rest of us having to throw in our own answer before he got to make his own.


#95

Mathias

Mathias

It's fine. Let's just let it go. NR and I are two polar extremes. He'll always think I'm a asshole, and I'll always think he's a candy-ass. Whatever escalation happened is due to me and him, but I would like to just get back to the topic at hand. I'm sorry to Doom.


#96

ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

I'll try to keep this brief, but that'll probably not happen.

Born in Oromocto, New Brunswick (about half an hour drive from Fredericton). Moved to Sydney, Nova Scotia when I was 4. My dad was a bank manager there for a number of years before being transferred again to Prince Edward Island. We were in Sydney long enough for me to attend all of elementary school. For PEI, I was there for middle and High School.

To be honest, I wasted a lot of my life. I spent a lot of time indoors, playing video games or watching horror movies or pro-wrestling.When my family got the internet, my addictive personality wound up spending far too much time on it. Still do, honestly.

I started writing in the summer after Grade 2, writing little short stories about Gizmo (from Gremlins). My writing improved slowly over the years, going from Gizmo stories to short horror stories (wherein the names of my bullies in middle school were victims) to superheroes, where I continued to evolve from there to today. I've gone as far as to create my own superhero universe, which I'm still picking at here and there (probably spending too much time world-building and not enough writing). In the last few years, I've had five short stories published in magazines. I've recently completed my first, full-length novel, which I've sent in to a publisher and still waiting to hear back from them.

A lot of my life, I've been struggling with depression. I was officially diagnosed with situational depression when I was 17. At the time, I was barely doing any work in school, not hanging out with my friends and starting to think of ending my life. One time, the principal walked by a classroom and saw me brush a piece of paper off my desk. He called me into the office. I was told I was being expelled because I was a bad influence on the other students. I had to repeat grade 12. What bothers me most about is that, today, things like that would be handled much differently. Mental disabilities and such are handled with at least some modicum of empathy in schools. Back in '96, not so much.

A lot of my depression, I think, stems from being relentlessly bullied in middle school. I was the new kid, a shy geeky kid and an easy target because I never fought back. Not only did I have to put up with it endlessly in school, but on the bus ride home and even at home because a number of fellow students (a bunch of spoiled, middle-class preppy kids...because "middle-class" was basically considered "high-class" in PEI) lived in my neighbourhood. So I could barely even leave the house without being a target. There would be prank phone calls and sometimes even a kid or two that would look through my windows. My best friend at the time (or so I thought) only spent time with me so he could find out all sorts of embarrassing things about me to tell the "cool" kids. When I hit puberty around early grade 7, I had an uncontrollable boner...which didn't help that I wore sweat pants a lot because I hated jeans. I got the nickname "Woody" which still hurts even today (seriously, please don't call me that, even if you think it'd be funny). One of the things that still haunts me today was, while we were watching a video in grade 8, another student across from me kept whispering "You're a loser, Nick. You're always going to be a loser. You're a loser, you're a loser..." over and over. Every time I get depressed, it's his voice that I hear.

I've struggled with depression pretty much all my life. I struggled with it when I was accepted into St. Thomas University in Fredericton. I dropped out after finishing my first year to persue...of all things...wrestling school. I up and moved to Halifax, working shit jobs like dishwashing and at Subway, while waiting to hear when this damn school was going to start. My friends and I all quit when we realized the guy was full of shit.

This was at the end of 1999. Having nothing left in the way of goals and feeling like I had nothing going for me, I had a nervous breakdown. My parents came and got me and I moved back in with them in Fredericton. My girlfriend at the time (High School sweetheart that I'd been with for about 3 years) dumped me for a guy she met over the net. I tried committing suicide in February 2000 by straddling the bridge and thinking of jumping. I spent two weeks in the mental health ward. For a number of years after, I struggled to find myself. I met a girl, who I lived with for about two of our three years together.

While we were together, though, I returned to school, focusing now on an English degree. I met a lot of new, good friends. But depression got in the way again (shortly after me and Ter broke up and I moved out) and I dropped out. I struggled again for a few years, working at Blockbuster Video the whole time. But then I finally said "fuck it" and started taking better care of myself. I started eating better, hitting the gym three times a week and wound up losing 50 pounds.

Around the same time, my old friend Mitch from High School, convinced me to try wrestling school again. He was going to a great one up in Toronto. So, since I wasn't doing anything else but working at Blockbuster, I left the Maritimes for the first time and moved to Toronto with nothing by my cat, my comics and my computer. Wrestling school was...well, it's a long story. Reader's digest version, though: I discovered I have a fear of being lifted up. Which, in pro-wrestling, wouldn't help. So, I went back to what I knew...working at Blockbuster (in Toronto). Another breakdown and I moved back to Fredericton with my parents. BUT, before I left, I applied to York University (Toronto). I was accepted.

After trying to find work all summer in Fr'ton, I moved back to Toronto and managed to (eventually) finish my English degree. It took thirteen fucking years, from when I started it in '97 at St. Thomas. But I finally got it.

Now, I've moved to Preque Isle, Maine because I was accepted to its local university's Elementary Education certificate program. I'm still struggling with depression (and, in fact, going through a bout of it now that's lasted all weekend as of this writing). But I keep hoping maybe something will change that'll make me feel not like a total loser.
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Aaaaand, I just caught up on the rest of the thread, as far as the argument is concerned. Fuck, now I'm going to regret going on and on about my depression.


#97

Mathias

Mathias

I love you, Nick. In a totally hetrosexual, guy type way.


#98

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You're The Wolf?
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#99

Mathias

Mathias

He takes his coffee with lots of cream; lots of sugar.


#100

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

Jeeze, a lot of us come from hard knocks.

Not me. My story is still boring. :|

Also, you ever notice that you never meet anyone who did the bullying? Everyone you talk to was always the person bullied.


#101



makare

Well I think people generally remember times that someone made their life difficult not times they made other's lives difficult. Also, the person who is bullied gets to decide if it is bullying or not because the other person might think that it is either not bullying behavior or that it is so justified that it isn't bullying anyway.


#102

ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

I'd love to run into some of the guys that used to bully me. Male pattern baldness is...what? One out of three? So, one out of three bullies would be balding by now. So I'd love to go up to them and say, "Hey guess what? *plays with his hair* Ahhhhh!"


#103

Mathias

Mathias

makare said:
Well I think people generally remember times that someone made their life difficult not times they made other's lives difficult. Also, the person who is bullied gets to decide if it is bullying or not because the other person might think that it is either not bullying behavior or that it is so justified that it isn't bullying anyway.
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We're on a forum full of geeks. Chances of people who were bullied as opposed to being bullies themselves is greater. I've actually found that those of the more geeky caliber are far less accepting and defensive towards those they deem "outsiders" vs. other groups and types of people. I remember being ostracized on a couple of occasions by people in science clubs and fairs because heaven forbid I also played sports. That nerds vs. jocks stereotype is far more reinforced by the geeks than the other way around.

I'd say my bullying experience was about average to that of everyone in the regular population. I can think of times that I was bullied and I can think of times that, yes, I've reduced people to tears on many occasions myself. Kids and teenagers can be cruel assholes. From my experience that's all a part of growing up though.

Despite what many people think. Those evil bullies do grow up to be normal people, just like you. I find grudges against them by the victims interesting. I'm pretty sure those bullies have moved on while, as indicated by some *ahem* stories, the hurt they caused is still there.


#104

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I'll er.. "nut up".

I was born in a city in SC, and moved to a really rural area at 4. I remember bits and pieces of the city, but they look like Super 8. So I'm not sure if it's just things I'm remembering from movies and photos I saw later.

I won't lie to you, I had a fairly normal, easy life compared to what I read on here. We never had any money, but I wouldn't call us poor. I didn't have new clothes. I didn't have a car or even a car license in high school. Then again, being of redneck stock, I learned to drive sans license by the age of 10, and I did get a motorcycle and license for that in high school. I made good grades, and established myself as top of my class. But otherwise, normal red-blooded rural American kid until 5th grade. Then I got glasses around the same time the Nerds movies were out, which established me as a nerd. I never really cared, though. Every now and then, but sometimes being uninterested in social activity has its advantages. I always equally hated the nerd clique and the rest of the cliques. Which meant I ate alone. The nerds seemed like a bunch of weak-backed whiners, and the rest were too interested in stupid pop-culture stuff.

Parents were a nurse-turned-librarian and a mechanic/everything else. My dad did make me do a lot of work when I was a kid because he was always trying to start a new business. It's been really useful, though. I DIY most repairs now, and I do appreciate the practice. Hated my mom most of my childhood. Still don't get along the greatest. The only bad thing that ever really happened when I was a kid was overhearing my mom tell my dad that I was possibly the product of forced sex once when they were arguing and I was 10 or so. That shit'll mess you up.

My public school was surprisingly good. I had very passionate teachers. I disliked most of my classmates, which again made it perfectly fine with me that they didn't want much to do with me. I did like the teachers, though. Especially Ms. Kelley, who got her BA and MA from Oxford, yet returned to my rural town to teach English. She really opened my eyes, and showed me the back side of the pages. I read every single book in the school library (no exaggeration. Imagine the jaw-dropping caused by a 4th grade boy reading "Are you there God, it's me Margaret"), and most of the public library books by graduation. I feel guilty about stealing books from the book fair because I didn't have any money.

I grew up in the woods, and I loved it. I built quite a few structures on our land, and a lot of them are still there. Mostly out of stolen junk. I used to climb trees as high as I could, and imagine the tree tops were a green ocean and the distant house ships. I was fascinated by anything man-made, since I didn't see much of it living on a country dirt road.

In high school, I became a bit more interested in social things. Especially girls. I did the best-friend-with-the-girl-I-secretly-was-in-love-with bit. I did man up and tell her, though, at graduation. She came around the corner of the building with me, and I told her, and she said she wished I'd told her sooner. I remember better than almost anything in my life the windy day, driving away in the back of my parent's station wagon, watching her with the white dress blowing to the side through the wiper-streaked dirty black glass. I still talk to her all the time, but there was a definite finality in that moment. There were some girls that expressed interest in me, but being infatuated, I didn't care for their advances.

I was an accomplished athlete and scholar in high school. No brag. That's the way it was. I was salutatorian, which pissed me off, because I'd taken much more difficult classes than the valedictorian. I gave a speech at graduation that I still think was some of my best writing, but no one clapped. Not one. I think it's because the valedictorian named her speech "to be continued", so in the program, it looked like she was continuing the speech. I went to college on a full scholarship, and rejected an athletic scholarship from the same college, because frankly I was done with it, and I didn't want to be typecast as a jock.

First year was okay. Girl stuff and a little soul-searching the second year dropped my GPA. Totally changed my look at this point by growing my hair and getting contacts. Met my wife between 2nd and 3rd year, and finished up with 4.0 final 2 years, but the damage was done, so no honors. Still enough to get me into grad school with an assistantship, esp. with 99%tile GRE scores. Got a Ph.D. in geophysics, which required some remedial work, since my majors were anthropology and geology as an undergrad. Became a post-doc and professor in Electrical Engineering (which is actually quite close to my geophysics specialty, so it's not that weird). Became a professor in geology, but realized that geology students couldn't do geophysics, so my career was suffering, so I left for private industry about 2.5 months ago. Ultimately would like to become a prof again, but I will certainly make sure the university is the right kind next time.

In personal life, I've been married 13 years, two kids, expertise in two martial arts, still stay in shape, and still incredibly cynical. Wife and students have all compare me to Dexter, if you're looking for how I act in real life. Not sure if that's an insult or not. Super power gained from this origin story is super-cynicism, and the ability to learn nearly any skill in very short order. Sorry if this all seems like bragging, but I don't mean it as such. Just the facts, as requested. Sorry there weren't more terrible things to report.


#105

Gusto

Gusto

Maybe I'll write a longer version later but the long and short of it is that I've lived a pretty charmed life and the only real adversity I've ever had to put up with is the perennial insecurity that everyone I love is secretly humouring me, and the crushing ennui of a middle class white North American upbringing.


#106

ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

Mathias said:
Despite what many people think. Those evil bullies do grow up to be normal people, just like you. I find grudges against them by the victims interesting. I'm pretty sure those bullies have moved on while, as indicated by some *ahem* stories, the hurt they caused is still there.
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Oh, I'm sure they do. The problem is, though, that we the bullied usually don't cope as well growing up after having our self-esteem stomped on every day for three plus years. They dealt with their own insecurities by taking it out on others like me. And to be honest, people that did that rarely grow out of that unless someone takes them down a few pegs. I've always imagined those same assholes to be the kind of guys that pick fights in bars, do stupid shit to "impress" their girls, etc. Of course, I also imagine those guys to grow up quite a bit once they have a kid. I've personally seen that happen once or twice.

Still, I can't help wondering how they would react if I met them today and said something along the lines of "You're one of the reasons I've wanted to kill myself."


#107

Allen who is Quiet

Allen who is Quiet

Gusto, stop having a history that reinforces that we're basically the same person.


#108



makare

Some grow up, some are bullies their entire lives. It's just how they interact with the world and it never changes. Some people just don't care who they hurt as long as they get what they want/have fun.


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Mathias, I always hated when the former bullies use this as an excuse. What difference does it make how the bullies grow up? If I run over a kid, and drive off to become the next Ghandi, I still ran over that kid. It's done. I dislike it so strongly because the bullies just seem to be oblivious of the damage they did to someone during their formative years.
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Gusto said:
Maybe I'll write a longer version later but the long and short of it is that I've lived a pretty charmed life and the only real adversity I've ever had to put up with is the perennial insecurity that everyone I love is secretly humouring me, and the crushing ennui of a middle class white North American upbringing.
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Hmm, I probably should've just left mine at something simple like that, since mine basically boiled down to "former redneck with normal childhood makes it out alright".


#110



makare

Do I hear banjoes? (I am joking my grandfathers family is a bunch of hillbillies so I understand)


#111

ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

makare said:
Do I hear banjoes?
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Oi! Ceej! Keep it down, will ya?!


#112

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

You'd be surprised how many bullies are just trying to figure things out for themselves. I'm sure some of the people here who were bullied made someone miserable at some point, whether intentional or not, maybe even without realizing it. I know I did--not bullying, but there were people who DID want to befriend me in school and I'd grown mistrustful enough that I just didn't care. I'm sure that sucks. I probably do it now without thinking about it; I don't socialize with people at work beyond talking about the work itself, and I probably come off as inconsiderate. Not every personality is compatible.

That said, there are people who are just mean and nasty fucks. While I can't claim that anyone who annoyed me in school even went to jail for worse than DUI or having some marijuana in their pockets, there was this shit at my school who bullied girls and black kids specifically. School wrote it off as just usual bullying, until he build a home-made bomb and tried to blow up one kid's porch.

We didn't see him in school for a long fucking time.


#113

Cajungal

Cajungal

ThatNickGuy said:
Oi! Ceej! Keep it down, will ya?!
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But...but... I've got the music in me. :(


#114



Gagaoohlala

Mathias said:
Then don't post. Jesus. There sure are a lot of pariahs around here. I hate this run around bullshit. If you're intimidated by a bunch of forum assholes, then don't post. Simple as that. Don't go posting whiny messages about how you're afraid to post. North Ranger is just an over sensitive blowhard. He blows up any time you bring up a sensitive topic about him. You're going to have critics about anything you post. I know there are people on this forum who hate my guts; at the same time there are people who are my good friends. Do you think I give two shits about how much someone like North Ranger hates me? Just post your stories and see what happens, otherwise go back to lurking because I hate, hate, hate run around attention games with lurkers.
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Wow. I can handle dicks. But assholes are too
Much for me I guess. Back to lurking I go.

Thanks to those who were nice. I'll go martyr myself elsewhere....


#115

LittleSin

LittleSin

Okay...did you even read his post cux, yeh, that WAS attention whorey. Like something my little sister would post on face book.

Sins Sister:Wow. I can handle dicks. But assholes are too
Much for me I guess
Sin: What happened?
Sins Sister: Never mind. I'm just a martyr (???).

Yep. Sounds over dramatic and nonsensical...just like my sister.


#116



makare

are pariahs and martyrs the same thing?


#117



Gagaoohlala

LittleSin said:
Okay...did you even read his post cux, yeh, that WAS attention whorey. Like something my little sister would post on face book.

Sins Sister:Wow. I can handle dicks. But assholes are too
Much for me I guess
Sin: What happened?
Sins Sister: Never mind. I'm just a martyr (???).

Yep. Sounds over dramatic and nonsensical...just like my sister.
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Oh FFS forget it. Remove me from your brain. Not seeking attention. Bye bye now.


#118



makare

I suddenly want to shoot president Reagan


#119

Chippy

Chippy

You saw Jodie Foster in that?


#120



makare

like a tay in the ween.


#121

Krisken

Krisken

I have no idea what the crap happened earlier in the thread. So here we go...

I was born in Menominee Falls, WI on November 13, 1976. It was a mostly happy childhood with spots here and there of misery, I suppose. Moved when I was 7 and entered another school- which I really didn't want to do. Generally miserable through most of elementary school, but got through it ok. Figure a kid my size (second smallest boy in the class) made out ok in the picking-on department.

When I was 12 my uncle John killed himself in his bedroom at my grandparent's farm. A week after the funeral my uncle Tom shot himself in their corn field. The whole thing was incredibly shocking, and it took a while to get over it.

High school came around and I decided I'd had enough of people. Was pretty jaded and bitter through most of school, and it is a wonder that anyone would talk to me. Made a few friends, did stupid things, blah blah blah. Thing about high school is it is the time to do stupid things like steal the 3ft ceramic Ronald McDonald statue from McDonalds, which is a block from the police station, or driving on the river walk, or any number of other stupid things.

After high school I spent most of my time at game stores and such. Met a few more friends and lost a few to time. Seven years ago I met my wife Erin.

That kinda leads me to now, I guess. Some good times, some bad, but over all I can't complain.


#122

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

Man. These stories make me wonder where my life's going to go. :eek:

If anywhere.


#123



makare

is this going to turn into doomdragon needs a hug?


#124

ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

doomdragon6 said:
Man. These stories make me wonder where my life's going to go. :eek:

If anywhere.
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#125

Gusto

Gusto

Okay so I'm kinda tired and I just misread this as "Tell Me Your Orgy Story".


#126



makare

there were flutes up the wazoo


#127

TommiR

TommiR

Wow. Assuming Gaga was genuine and not an alt, I suppose there are no vacancies here when an almost-new poster gets that kind of a barrage right off the bat over some slightly curious turns of phrase. I guess I'll need to brush up on my english, lest the native speakers here start jumping the gun and read what they will in a less-than-perfect expression on my part.


#128

Espy

Espy

TommiR said:
Wow. Assuming Gaga was genuine and not an alt, I suppose there are no vacancies here when an almost-new poster gets that kind of a barrage right off the bat over some slightly curious turns of phrase. I guess I'll need to brush up on my english, lest the native speakers here start jumping the gun and read what they will in a less-than-perfect expression on my part.
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Whoa. You aren't 'Merican? Someone get him before he takes our jerbs!!!!


#129

LittleSin

LittleSin

I don't think its that Tommir. I think it was because in her first post she came in, didn't introduce herself, called us ass11Q


#130

LittleSin

LittleSin

Huh...what happened to the rest of my post?


#131

Espy

Espy

The internet ate it?


#132

LittleSin

LittleSin

Apparently the Q ate it if that last letter is anything to go by. :p

I'll be damned if I'm typing all that again.


#133



Chibibar

Great stories.

It seems that we all have similar lives (bullied, and have rough lives but eventually gotten better) and we have Dave to thanks for the forum which we call our virtual home.

like any family, we sure fight each other a lot ;)


#134

Krisken

Krisken

LittleSin said:
I don't think its that Tommir. I think it was because in her first post she came in, didn't introduce herself, called us ass11Q
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And boy, did we prove her right!


#135

doomdragon6

doomdragon6

I'm ass11Q and proud.


#136

GasBandit

GasBandit

Mathias said:
Yes.
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Well, Jesus. What you should have done is kicked those Romans in the nuts with your Christ powers.
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#137

Dave

Dave

Gaga is not only real, but a friend of mine IRL. She's not happy. I think you guys would've liked her.


#138

Jax

Jax

You don't warn your friends what kind of people are here before she joins? (assuming she knows this board through or via you)
:facepalm:


#139

Krisken

Krisken

Thing is, it's not always asshole central here. We can be a little snide and smart-allecky, but it's a select few who give the impression we are all dicks. Maybe because it happens over and over again.


#140

Dave

Dave

I can't think of many things that I could tell you knuckleheads that you don't already know.

Maybe in a day or two I'll post. I know there's a few things that few people know and a few that I'm not telling ANYONE!


#141

Frank

Frankie Williamson

After all the tales of woe and abuse and bullying and such I don't really have a sad tale to tell. Mine is mostly self-inflicted (chemically or otherwise) pain.

I was born in the north to two people who should never have been married. My mom kind of forced my dad into marriage and he was (and still is) too much of a man-child (something I take after him far too much..) to handle the responsibilities of husband and father. I had a pretty good childhood otherwise though. I grew up in a small town. Had friends. Some of which I'm still close too. Like brothers. Had some pretty good times. Had my first sexual experience with a girl I was babysat with before either of us were old enough to understand what it was we were doing. I have a feeling she knew what it was all about because I suspect she was a product of molestation in her life but I never had the courage to ask her when we reconnected a couple of years ago after not seeing each other for over a decade. She's married with children now, but her's isn't the story I should be telling.

We moved to Edmonton when I was 10 years old. This was a sort of rough period in my life because this is when my father decided it was best to run away with the car and leave my brothers and I without a father. The lack of a father through my formative years is probably the reason I still strive to achieve the respect and admiration of my father I know I will never get but it really wasn't so bad with him gone. It was likely for the best overall as as I've written earlier, he was never capable of being a good dad. This was also the period in my life where I started to get fat, putting on weight at a general pace (until it went into overdrive when I was injured very badly in football in high school and couldn't exercise at all). Even being a fat kid, I was never really the target of bullying as I was never really someone to take shit from people even though I was never in a real fight all through my schooling.

Throughout high school I battled with depression, which is not uncommon. It really hurt my relationships with people and with my longtime girlfriend I had been seeing since grade 10 and my grades were nothing to be proud of due to my less than exemplary attendance. High school again, other than my own issues, was not a bad time in my life. I had a lot of good friends in many different social circles and due to being on the football team (an asset due to my rather large size at the time) didn't even have the normal problems fat kids would have with the jocky kids.

When I graduated I fell into a self-destructive pothead lifestyle of laziness and Hawkins Cheezies. After a year or so my girlfriend gave me an ultimatum of getting my shit together. I didn't and she was history. I was so angry at her at the time but looking back, I was such a piece of shit she had every right to say the things she did to me and more. After this is when I decided that I had to get my life together. Still living with my mom (even after both of my younger brothers had left the nest to become normal human beings) I spent nearly a year undoing the damage I had done to my body and applied to the RCMP. I got in just under the wire (not being a visible minority, but still being technically metis, meant that I had to have higher than average test scores. A system I find kind of bullshit, but whatcha gonna do?) with my scores and barely passed the PE requirements (a year was not enough to undo all the damage) but it was enough to be accepted into Depot (the academy).

Depot was the hardest 6 months of my life physically and emotionally but I wouldn't trade the training or the friendships I made for anything. I would trade the amount of male taint I was exposed to and would rather forget that fucking game forever. During Depot I earned my cross rifles patch and was one of only two in my troop to do so (I found out I was a surprisingly good shot). After training I was sent up to the old shithole I served in for over 4 years until recently being transferred to K div in Edmonton to be what basically amounts to as a bitch/assistant to a major crimes Corporal.

Yup.


#142

Espy

Espy

Krisken said:
And boy, did we prove her right!
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Pretty much right?
Dave said:
Gaga is not only real, but a friend of mine IRL. She's not happy. I think you guys would've liked her.
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Yeah... I'm more than a little disappointed that she didn't stick around. No matter that the majority are good people all it takes are a couple assholes to run off potential new people. Lets think about how we deal with new people before we just blast them with both barrels folks.


#143



makare

Jax said:
You don't warn your friends what kind of people are here before she joins? (assuming she knows this board through or via you)
:facepalm:
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This is pretty important. Any time ive recommended this place I've always given a pretty detailed warning just kind of fyi so they know what to expect. Sometimes it doesnt help but at least I tried.


#144



Chibibar

Gagaoohlala said:
Wow. I am mostly a lurker but thought about actually posting hrere as my life has been pretty interesting so far. So much so, in fact, a good frindof mine since middleschool hs been blogging stories about me for the past 15 or so years and is turning them into a novella. good stuf. But dare I share? Some of you guys/gals are pretty cruel and judgemental. Asking those people to put thier past and feelings and soul out there and then judigng them as is you have never made a mistake,poor judgement,or failed to be the hero you think they should have been becasue you are so so much holier and braver than they?. hmmm......... Is this a place I want to be?
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Well. My personally philosophy is that why even care what other think? Doomdragon wanna know our stories and I told her mine. To my, it is a story of my past of what made me, me. Sure, anyone can play backseat quarterback on what should have been done, but that doesn't change the fact it already happen and move on. I rarely care of what other thinks. Some may think of me as weird, oddball Asian guy reaching his 40 still playing video games and cosplay. I enjoy what I do. My wife enjoy it.

I guess the only person really matter in criticism is the people you love. If my wife doesn't agree or judge, then I would feel bad. But if Dave decides to criticize my decision on something (or anyone if they want to) I can either take it or leave it, but I'm not going to worry about what Dave think beyond tomorrow ;)

I learn a long time ago, the Internet people can be cruel, but you can also find some fun people out there. I say let it roll of your skin and move on. Don't let it bother ya. That is what I say.


#145

Krisken

Krisken

Chibi, you're making excuses. Just because the internet is full of assholes doesn't mean it has to be allowed here.


#146



Chibibar

Krisken said:
Chibi, you're making excuses. Just because the internet is full of assholes doesn't mean it has to be allowed here.
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Heh. What can you do? Ban them? I see the internet of seeing the "real" people. People hide behind the annoynimity and do the craziest things. Kinda remind me of a psych class where people are in a room without knowledge of who on the other side, people tend to be mean when there is no repercussion (not everyone) so I tend to let them be.

Sure, words can hurt deep, but only if you let it, now in case of bullies, if they bother me today, I would just walk away, not worth my time, but if they start getting violent with my wife, you better bet your dollar I'm gonna throw the smack down as best as I can (even if odds are against me) cause I'm gonna fight dirty and don't care about "fighting etiquette"


#147



makare

I always thought of this forum (not every forum but this one) as a house. We are all hanging around in the house. If someone insists on crapping on the coffee table they should probably be asked to leave. It's about courtesy and respect. It seems that a few people come here merely for entertainment and they don't care if that entertainment hurts others. They actually enjoy the drama best. In that way they often deny that the people on the other side are actual people at all.


#148

Krisken

Krisken

We create the type of environment here that we want to see. If someone is a consistent prick, over and over, and actually brags about it, then yeah, a ban isn't so far out there. I'm not saying that it should be an option every time someone goes off the deep end. Hell, that happens to all of us at some time or another.

I'm not saying that every instance needs to be met with such extreme measures. I am saying that this is our playground, and we shouldn't let one person shit in it just because some people shit in playgrounds. I for one don't mind having new people not be disgusted by us and our place.

Edit: Anyways, that's all off topic stuff. Hopefully we can get back to our regularly scheduled interesting life stories.


#149



Chibibar

makare said:
I always thought of this forum (not every forum but this one) as a house. We are all hanging around in the house. If someone insists on crapping on the coffee table they should probably be asked to leave. It's about courtesy and respect. It seems that a few people come here merely for entertainment and they don't care if that entertainment hurts others. They actually enjoy the drama best. In that way they often deny that the people on the other side are actual people at all.
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Yea. That is where the master of the house (Dave and the mods) decides if someone need to be ask to leave.

I guess coming from where I came from, I grew a really really thick skin along the way and don't let people bother me too much. I always think, they didn't know anybetter or maybe had a tougher life and need fun..... sure I'll humor them ;)


#150



TheBrew

Enough people know shit about me (and I am very open person anyways) that I don't really care about comments; in fact I welcome them.

I am 28, for record. So I am not even in the middle stages of my life to make the story complete.

I was raised like a military brat. I say 'like' because my dad was GS, but we moved around a lot. I grew up in Germany, Saudi Arabia, New York and Tennessee while spending summers in California as my mom worked summers as a Park Ranger. I was in Germany when the wall came down and I was in Riyadh for the 1995 bombing (http://www.cnn.com/WORLD/9511/saudi_blast/11am/). I like to say I was there for the end of the Cold War and the Beginning of the War on Terror, though that last part is a bit of a misnomer. But this is my story, so I get to write it how I want to. :p

I never made any long term friends because of how often I moved and I generally stayed within my own world of Star Wars, books and video games. I learned computers from my dad with many afternoons spent with him hurling curses at our PC for not accepting the latest upgrade we had installed.

In High School (at least for the last three years that I managed to stay in one place) I was well known and generally liked, but I didn't do much social wise. Though I was shy, most of that stemmed because I was busy all of the time, some times doing basketball, marching band and youth orchestra all in one day. I also ended up doing gigs with a swing band during the resurgence.

I managed to get into UC Berkeley somehow and spent the next three years switching majors, making friends and getting drunk. I pretty did a 180 from HS. At the end of my junior year I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I took my finals for summer school and went in for brain surgery. It was benign, but I ended up having a staph infection. While still attached to an IV, I said fuck it and still attended the fall semester having decided on a Political Science degree. I think the whole major was 12 classes (since I had already done my breadth stuff) which was pretty doable in a year and a half. However, being on a lot of drugs plus the fact that I had sort of side stepped the emotional issues of having fucking brain surgery led me to get kicked out of school because of two semesters of below 1.5 GPA.

So I tried my hand at being a professional poker player for a bit. I had some good success, but I crashed hard after about a year because of a lack of discipline (I lost 2/3 of my bankroll in a day because of tilt). That served as a wakeup call that poker was not for me. I still play it from time to time and I am rather good at it but mostly for recreation or to get some extra spending money.

After that I moved in with my dad (my parents were separated because of job stuff, not marriage issues) and secretly got back on track to get back into school. "Secretly" because my parents didn't know that I had been kicked out of school yet. I was pretty good at coming up with lies. I took CC classes to show that I could do well academically and I ended up interning for Congresswoman Giffords (the one who got shot last February). I managed to finagle a flight to Berkeley from my dad's place in AZ to talk to a dean to finalize the terms for my return. I finally "nutted up" and told my parents what had really happened, which I should have done in the first place. I mostly graduated a year later with a degree in Political Science. I say mostly, because the advisers there were terrible and I was constantly fighting with them because I would get back conflicting advice. I ended up taking an on-line class the finish one last requirement and I got my diploma a year later. I am still annoyed by that.

So two years ago I got a job in DC doing IT and I have worked my way up to currently being a Senior VOIP Administrator (and maybe soon to be Project Manager). I also met the love of my life and I am currently engaged.

That is also the short-hand version of my life. I left out most of my musical stuff, epic Vegas Trips (I once woke up in a closet) or when I almost got lost in a desert in AZ.

I await the nit-picking. :awesome:


#151

General Specific

General Specific

TheBrew said:
I was raised like a military brat. I say 'like' because my dad was GS, but we moved around a lot.
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SON??


#152

LittleSin

LittleSin

I want to say I'm sorry for making fun. It just struck me as such an over dramatic first post!

I really am sorry though. I saw east mark and I took it...thus making me one of the bullies.

Oh internet, what have you done to me?


#153



makare

LittleSin said:
I want to say I'm sorry for making fun. It just struck me as such an over dramatic first post!

I really am sorry though. I saw east mark and I took it...thus making me one of the bullies.

Oh internet, what have you done to me?
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I think what the internet does to us is keep us from thinking before we act. Also we have no visual or verbal clues to help us in our conversations so we depend on assumptions. We are often wrong.


#154



Chibibar

makare said:
I think what the internet does to us is keep us from thinking before we act. Also we have no visual or verbal clues to help us in our conversations so we depend on assumptions. We are often wrong.
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Yea. There is lack of screens to "prevent" us from doing "bad things" to other people. Since everyone is hiding behind their monitor without consequences, then people tend to let their "true feeling" show (that is how I see it) other take advantage of it and do things they would never do in real life.


#155

Mathias

Mathias

On posting in Halforums:



#156

Krisken

Krisken

The important thing is not to rise to their petty, pathetic displays. That can be hard for new people to do, but for the most part everyone else sees that one asshole and feels just a little bit sorry for them.


#157

Frank

Frankie Williamson

You guys have a God damn hard-on for Chaz no matter what he says. Who's being the asshole then?


#158

Krisken

Krisken

Frankie Williamson said:
You guys have a God damn hard-on for Chaz no matter what he says. Who's being the asshole then?
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It's still the guy shitting on the floor.


#159

sixpackshaker

sixpackshaker

Krisken said:
It's still the guy shitting on the floor.
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Really? Asking blunt questions because you don't understand where some one is coming from is not exactly shitting on the floor.


#160

Krisken

Krisken

Edit: Meh, whatever. Honestly, if this is the place you fellas want, then that's fine. I just think it's a shame that people who could be kinda cool (or, ya know, having more than the same 20 people posting all the time) are chased off over such stupid stuff.


#161



makare

It probably is after the third conversation about a topic that both people took part in. But again I think people are talking in general and not necessarily to just this thread.


#162

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Halforums: have a sense of humor if you're visiting.


#163

Mathias

Mathias

Yo Krisken, buddy. Let me help ya. You seem to have a large protruding rod hanging out of your anus. Let's pull that puppy out shall we?

I'm still trying to figure out where all this shitting is taking place that you're alluding to. This has been the first forum flame war in a hella long time. And it wasn't really a flame war. NR and I stopping bitch slapping each other on the second page; in comes mysterious new poster claiming they have some juicy life episodes to share only they won't unless we beg them to be cool and stay and tell them that we promise not to judge. I really don't think anyone was judging anyone to begin with.

Cut the crap.

Man, my Picard sig was back up for like a week, and already everything I say is suddenly offensive. Are you sure it's me? Are you sure you guys are projecting on poor Jean Luke?


#164

fade

fade

sixpackshaker said:
Really? Asking blunt questions because you don't understand where some one is coming from is not exactly shitting on the floor.
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I've been biting my tongue on this issue, but I have to agree. If you look back at this thread, all Mathias did was ask a one-line question. People like to paint in paragraphs around things said around here. Believe me, I know.


#165



makare

What difference does it make how long the statement was?


#166

fade

fade

Because I was making a contrasting statement that people read a bunch of things in that aren't there. If it's short, it's a bit difficult to do that. The connotation there was ironically much more important than the denotation of "one-line".


#167



makare

I am quite sure that I know a few people on here well enough that I could lay emotional waste to them in an innocuous statement of ten words or less. If nothing else it would REALLY piss them off and they would be right. If you say something, no matter how nicely or short, to someone that you know (or not to be too lawyerpants here, should know) will upset them, that is your responsibility.


#168

Piotyr

Piotyr

To be honest, I have a personal history of being a pathological liar. Not even in the sense of making stories better, worse, more interesting, or whatever pattern. Just that I have a history of telling stories for the sake of telling stories and changing details in it for no good reason.

So, I'd like to post an origin story, but I really have to concentrate to make it honest, because it may just be the first time I've given an entire history of myself without making some part of it up.


#169



makare

Piotyr post a real one and a fantastical made up one. I would be amused by this.


#170

Mathias

Mathias

makare said:
I am quite sure that I know a few people on here well enough that I could lay emotional waste to them in an innocuous statement of ten words or less. If nothing else it would REALLY piss them off and they would be right. If you say something, no matter how nicely or short, to someone that you know (or not to be too lawyerpants here, should know) will upset them, that is your responsibility.
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You tend to think you know everything about everyone around here. Just sayin...


#171

fade

fade

makare said:
I am quite sure that I know a few people on here well enough that I could lay emotional waste to them in an innocuous statement of ten words or less. If nothing else it would REALLY piss them off and they would be right. If you say something, no matter how nicely or short, to someone that you know (or not to be too lawyerpants here, should know) will upset them, that is your responsibility.
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I am incredibly uncomfortable with that concept.


#172



makare

I've been around for a long damn time. I should know people by now.


#173

Mathias

Mathias

makare said:
I've been around for a long damn time. I should know people by now.
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Hmm, I've known my wife for damn near 12 years, and I'm not bold enough to say that I know absolutely everything about her.

To prove my point. What's my favorite color? Simple question that you won't be able to answer.


#174

fade

fade


After reflection, I don't think your answer quite tracks with what I said anyway. Mathias's was a simple question with no value judgement or prejudice as far I can see. It was intended to elicit information. That's kind of my point. It was read as much more than that. That's what I mean by short or one-line. I'm no lawyer, but it seems like a mighty onus would be on the offended to prove that a fact-oriented question was intended as offensive if this were a legal situation, especially in light of the value placed on freedom of speech.


#175



makare

Mathias said:
Hmm, I've known my wife for damn near 12 years, and I'm not bold enough to say that I know absolutely everything about her.
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Youre right i shouldn't have said i know everything about everyone.

fade said:
After reflection, I don't think your answer quite tracks with what I said anyway. Mathias's was a simple question with no value judgement or prejudice as far I can see. It was intended to elicit information. That's kind of my point. It was read as much more than that. That's what I mean by short or one-line. I'm no lawyer, but it seems like a mighty onus would be on the offended to prove that a fact-oriented question was intended as offensive if this were a legal situation, especially in light of the value placed on freedom of speech.
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It's not a legal situation I was just using the phrase "should know" and making a joke about the legal use of it. It was not a simple question at all. It was a question that represented a long history of interaction between those two. Reading between the lines might be problematic but ignoring the history that is being referenced would be stupid.

And if it were a legal situation I would bring in witnesses who saw the earlier conversations to show that Mathias should have known that what he was saying would upset NR. In fact that is part of how you prove "Fighting Words" in court.

Oh I missed that last part. Freedom of speech only applies when the State acts. It wouldn't be a factor here at all.


#176

Mathias

Mathias

Actually, I remember the whole bullying discussion a while back ago, but I don't really remember who got pissed off at who. I just come here to shoot the shit; I don't commit entire flame wars to memory for life. I need that memory banking for actual important things, like how to quench a Thermo Orbital Trap without blowing it up.


#177

Krisken

Krisken

I read "Yo, Krisken, let me help ya" and pretty much glossed over. Sorry Mathias, I really don't have a problem.


#178

fade

fade

The avoidance of language on the chance that it might upset someone is exactly the concept that I was saying makes me really uncomfortable. In the extreme argument, there's a chance that anything is offensive to anyone.


#179



makare

Mathias said:
Actually, I remember the whole bullying discussion a while back ago, but I don't really remember who got pissed off at who. I just come here to shoot the shit; I don't commit entire flame wars to memory for life. I need that memory banking for actual important things, like how to quench a Thermo Orbital Trap without blowing it up.
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It's fine you don't remember, but that doesn't mean NR was overreacting just because he does.


#180

Mathias

Mathias

fade said:
The avoidance of language on the chance that it might upset someone is exactly the concept that I was saying makes me really uncomfortable. In the extreme argument, there's a chance that anything is offensive to anyone.
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Damn liberal pinkos!


#181



makare

fade said:
The avoidance of language on the chance that it might upset someone is exactly the concept that I was saying makes me really uncomfortable. In the extreme argument, there's a chance that anything is offensive to anyone.
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it's not "a chance" here it is a guarantee really. No one is saying censor yourself they are saying don't be a dick. If you see those as the same I can't help you.


#182

Gusto

Gusto

Guys.

Enough.

Please.


#183

fade

fade

There's no requirement to see those as the same in order to abhor censorship.
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Gusto said:
Guys.

Enough.

Please.
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Why? This is debate. There's no anger here. At least not on my part. I'm actually rather enjoying it. But if everyone wants an end to it, that's fine, too.


#184

Gusto

Gusto

I'd just prefer to get what has been a halfway on-topic thread back on the right side of that fence.


#185

Krisken

Krisken

I know I'm not angry. Just feel like this always end the same way, so what's the point?
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I'd just prefer to get what has been a halfway on-topic thread back on the right side of that fence.
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Fair enough :)


#186

fade

fade

Gusto said:
I'd just prefer to get what has been a halfway on-topic thread back on the right side of that fence.
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COMPLIANCE.


#187

Mathias

Mathias

Gusto said:
I'd just prefer to get what has been a halfway on-topic thread back on the right side of that fence.
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On topic thread... Halforums....

:rofl:


#188

Gusto

Gusto

OH YOU GUYS :awesome:


#189

sixpackshaker

sixpackshaker

I won't go into my origin story too much, but here's my bully story.

I was not a bully, but then again I kinda was.

The real bullies in my life were in my Family. I had 3 older brothers that were six and five years older than me. About the time I was coming into my own at around 6 or 7, I was turned into my brothers' punching bag. Also had a father that liked to watch things fight. So he would instigate many of the bullying sessions. Since I knew there would be no help coming from the old man, I did what I had to do. I fought back as hard as I could. So if a brother was pushing or slapping me around trying to make me cry, I would, then I'd back up and charge them. I would either tackle them around the knees and send them face first into the floor, or punch them as hard as I could in the ribs. Then I'd really get my ass kicked, but he would go away crying too.

Then at one point, I became my brothers' Pit Bull. If some younger kid thought they were tough and wanted to fight one of my brothers, they had to fight me first. One day a new kid was in the neighborhood and kinda heard about what my brothers did with the younger kids so he pretty much cornered me. My brothers were there, and so was a younger friend of mine that was that kid's half brother. I was 10, the other kid was 13, and a notorious bully where he came from. I was walking back home from mowing lawns, pushing a lawnmower with a rake over my shoulder. When I came across the two brothers and my brothers talking a front yard.

I greeted everyone, "hey guys.'
The New Kid, "hey look at that fat pussy coming down the street."
My Friend, "you don't want to fuck with him."
Me, "I'm tired and don't want to mess with you."
One of my brothers, "If you start the fight you better stick around to finish it."
The New Kid, "Why don't you want to fight, are you a pussy?" Then the threw his dip (tobacco) on my Chuck Taylor's.
I sat down the gas can and, I cracked him across the head with the plastic end of the rake.
He ran. I dropped the rake and ran after him.
My brothers stopped him and made him face me.
I kicked his ass pretty handily.

And the rest his time in school that he would get into a fight he always asked me to get his back, "No Fucking Way."

But I did not take my fighting ways out on the kids in my class. Unless I caught someone pushing around a kid that could not fight back. It held especially true for my best friend. He was quiet, smaller, brilliant and effeminate (four strikes when it comes to bullies.) There were several times that I had to spin a kid around that was trying to get an "in" to start a fight against him. I pretty much got to know the nerdy kids through him, and I watched out for them the best I could. I got him through High School and he got me into college.

I did this enough times that other kids "owed" me. And it paid off really well once. Even though I was tough in comparison to the kids at my school, I was pretty damned naive. This new kid came to our school. Some kid called me over to meet him.

Local kid, "Matt, this is Steve ( or whatever the hell his name was.)"
I hold out my hand to shake his, "Hey, I'm Mat..."
The new kid sucker punched me in the gut.
I coughed and doubled over. Before I could stand up strait again, the three kids that did the introduction pushed him down.
I hear, "This ass hole just hit Matt!"
I look up to see about half a dozen of the kids that I stood up for in the past (little wimpy kids that were scared to fight for themselves,) charge in and gently whip the crap out of him.


#190

Frank

Frankie Williamson

Piotyr said:
To be honest, I have a personal history of being a pathological liar. Not even in the sense of making stories better, worse, more interesting, or whatever pattern. Just that I have a history of telling stories for the sake of telling stories and changing details in it for no good reason.

So, I'd like to post an origin story, but I really have to concentrate to make it honest, because it may just be the first time I've given an entire history of myself without making some part of it up.
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Man, me too. I have a confession. My second life story is bullshit. The first one was non-fiction.


#191

Chad Sexington

Chad Sexington

Well, I attended Juilliard, lived through the Black Plague -had a pretty good time during that- I've seen the Exorcist about a hundred and sixty seven times, and it keeps getting funnier, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME I SEE IT!


#192



Biannoshufu

Chibibar said:
No worries. I learn long time ago, I can waste my energy being mad or angry at someone and the only person I'll be hurting would be myself. Why? cause the other person I'm mad at wouldn't give a flying F what I think. So why waste energy make myself miserable? I usually take it as life lesson and move on to bigger and better things :) Why dwell in the past when there is a whole future in front of you (long or short as it maybe) enjoy life. Learn from it and move on :)
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You asshole.
;)


#193



makare

Chad Sexington said:
Well, I attended Juilliard, lived through the Black Plague -had a pretty good time during that- I've seen the Exorcist about a hundred and sixty seven times, and it keeps getting funnier, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME I SEE IT!
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I just like this so much i had to post and say so.


#194

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Mathias said:
Hmm, I've known my wife for damn near 12 years, and I'm not bold enough to say that I know absolutely everything about her.
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Court is in session, dammit.


#195

Piotyr

Piotyr

Ok, this is really really long, but it's the honest truth. I'd fabricated parts of many of these stories through the years to make them sound different, but this is what's really happened so far:

I have no good newborn baby pictures of myself, because I was born asphyxiating and via forceps, because the nurse didn't want to bother the doctor with my delivery on the doctor's lunch break. Until the age of two I lived on an egg farm because my father was duped into taking a "promising" job as a "farm manager". I once was responsible for breaking the main feed line for the chickens, which cost my father a day's salary.

By the age of 3, my parents began to realize that I was really advanced mentally for my age. I taught myself to read via Dr. Seuss books and Sesame Street. My mom was so proud she taped me reading through "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" for the first time. She couldn't figure out how to stop the tape, though, so the end of the tape still has her saying "Oh shit, it's still taping!" We had a psychiatrist relative who gave me IQ and intelligence tests. I can't say exactly what the scores were (don't remember), but they rated extremely highly. By the age of four I asked my mother to teach me to write in cursive, so I had a daily workbook which I used to learn cursive, addition, subtraction, and the like.

In school, I was given the offer of skipping a grade, but instead chose to skip ahead just in math and stay the same everywhere else. This had the effect of ostracizing me from both groups. By 6th grade, everything was easy enough that it took very little effort on my part to do all the work, so I'd get marked down for lack of effort. Since my brothers had to work for much less payoff, my parents rewarded everything on effort. So they'd get rewarded for C+'s and I'd get punished for A-'s. It wasn't that I didn't give effort, it just took very little to get everything done, so why waste it? So at that point I just stopped trying altogether, since I felt nothing I did was good enough. Apparently that was all it took for many classmates to lay into me for all my other shortcomings.

I'd been blessed academically, but I was never a physical aficionado. I was a very late bloomer, so I was really short and heavy come middle school and high school. I loved to participate in sports, but was never really coordinated for it. My sports highlight as a kid was making the all-star team in little league for leading the league in batting average (and then hitting a double in the LLWS sectionals), despite other parents not thinking I deserved to be there. My sports lowlight was being forced to play football in middle school to "toughen up". I had a terrible coach who instructed us on ways to cheap shot the opponent, regularly let the players get into fights with other teammates, and treated me like hot garbage personally. I was the heaviest kid on the team, and once I actually tackled the coach's son in a head-to-head drill (it was basically wrestling with football pads). As I was walking back to the line, he told his son to not let me get away with that and he cheap shotted me in the back. After that practice, I finally gave up and told my parents that I hated everything about football. I didn't want my dad to think I was a quitter, so I had stuck with it for 3 months to that point, hating every minute. Unfortunately, I had the exact same coach the following year for baseball, which proceeded to ruin baseball for me too.

The weirdest thing that ever happened to me was when I was middle-school age. One day, when I was in middle school, I was walking along a double set of tracks with my best friend when we saw a train coming up one of them. He walked well outside of both tracks, and I was walking on the tracks, about 20 feet behind him. I have no specific memory of what happened next, but the next thing I knew I was standing about 50 feet clear of him, well off the tracks, and there was a speeding passenger train on the other track. I have no idea how I got over there, and neither does he. It's a weird unexplained phenomenon, and it's as if I somehow teleported there. I know it sounds stupid, but he was sure I was dead when it happened, because he didn't see the train coming, and when he saw it speed by I was way in front of him. I have no connecting memory between being on the tracks and being well past him standing still.

Socially, I was always hanging with the wrong crowd. My three best friends in middle school all eventually got in trouble with drugs, with two of them getting arrested and the third getting expelled and moving across the country. I've never touched a drug in my life aside from alcohol. I knew they were doing it but didn't want to be the square that turned them in. They accepted me for me when nobody else would, and I'll always be grateful for that. I had the nickname "Pillsbury Dough Boy" in middle school, and basically just shut down completely around everyone outside of my close circle of friends. I got in trouble twice in school, once by jumping a guy from behind and dragging him down to the asphalt (the guy who coined my "nickname"), and once by throwing a sharp chunk of ice about 50 feet and hitting a taunter square in the back. Apparently not acceptable. I had such a low opinion of myself in middle school and high school, that I had a crush on one girl for seven years, and couldn't tell her how I felt because I thought just being associated with me would ruin her reputation, and I couldn't bear to do that with her. Of course, to naive middle-school me that meant to shadow her and wait for a chance to talk to her alone so I wouldn't ruin her life (yes, in hindsight I know that's really creepy and why she was never alone). By junior year of high school, I was actually finally into puberty and quite well built from playing soccer and tennis (since football and baseball had been ruined for me), but I still felt fat, short and worthless.

My first date was on senior prom, and the girl I asked was the only one I actually felt comfortable talking to. At the prom, though, she was getting jeers for being there with me, and she avoided me most of the night. I took her home and never really talked to her again. By the time college rolled around, I decided I was going to be bitter and distance myself from everyone so that nobody could hurt me or affect me, and I'd cut off all contact with everyone from high school. I made up stories about things I did in school so that people would think I was not to be fucked with.

That lasted about a week, though, until I saw the girl of my dreams. She was a gamer, extremely hot, and actually interested in me. Unfortunately, she was dating a friend of mine at the time, so I didn't pursue it overtly. Once that ended, though, I made what moves I was familiar with (which apparently consisted of pretending not to be interested and making her make the first move). We actually became decent friends, and she set me up with a date on Valentine's day because I was too chicken to do anything about it. The girl I went out with wasn't too interested, so it went nowhere (which was still to that point the best date I ever had). Late that night, though, she actually made her move on me and kissed me during a viewing of the Princess Bride. I was on cloud nine for two years after that point. My whole life revolved around this girl, and I spent every ounce of time I could find with her. It was everything I dreamed it could be. We went ring shopping, planned weddings, planned futures, everything.

Junior year in college rolled around, and I had a great circle of friends, half girls, half guys, all paired up. I was enjoying school and social life for the first time in my life. Everything was perfect in my world. So, I finally decided it was time to move my relationship forward. I was going to ask this girl to marry me, and we'd talked about it all the time. One night that fall, though, while we were right in the middle of...things...she told me that maybe we should slow things down a bit. I asked her what she meant by that, and she never told me. Three days later, she got drunk and slept with another guy. Two weeks after that, I tried to talk to her and she had quietly gotten another boyfriend (a roommate of a friend of mine, which is how I found out). She started abusing alcohol, and was quickly destroying her life with her new guy, and I just had to sit and watch it happen. She never told me why I wasn't good enough for her, but when I told her I was concerned about her drinking, she slapped me and permanently cut off all future interaction with me. A year later, when I finally had started to move on, she cold called me. Told me she was getting kicked out of college, and really wanted to see me once more before she left. I, being the naive person I was, thought that meant getting back together. What it really was, though, was that she, drunk and with her boyfriend, told me that I owed it to her to forgive her for the hell she put me through. That I'd never be happy again unless I did that, and that I should just want to see her happy if I really loved her that much. I couldn't say anything, and just left.

It destroyed me as a person for a long time. I gained about 125 pounds, stopped doing anything but the most necessary studies, and just barely finished my course amount. I never even technically got a diploma because of a discrepancy about a core requirement that I didn't care enough to fight over. By this time I hated the whole world, and swore I'd never open myself up to anyone again. I'd just make shit up to please whoever wanted to hear it. I landed a job as an electrical engineer at a large auto company. It started out fine, but my lack of work ethic and care eventually caught up to me and I got fired shortly before 9/11. So, for 9/11, I was sleeping at home, bored of life, jobless and bitter at the world.

However, that's (fortunately) not the end of the story. One Christmas night, my family had gone to Florida, so I was simply chatting online. I chatted with a girl from the area I grew up that was really into sports and video games. We chatted for hours every day about everything, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn't afraid to be open and honest about my feelings, mostly. She was in much the same situation as I was, for different reasons. We agreed to meet the next time I came home to visit family. We hit it off immediately, but hid our relationship from our "real lives" for a while, just because it felt so different from real life. One day, after going to a baseball game, while I was taking her home, she blacked out in the car and I couldn't get her to respond lucidly. I took her home and introduced myself to her parents, telling them we needed to take her to the hospital. We took her to the ER, where nobody would look at her for hours until I stood up and yelled at the front desk. That was the first time I met her parents, and the first time we admitted to anyone that we were together.

Three years later, I was finally ready to think about marriage again. I was going to get a ring right away this time, and not delay my feelings or my thoughts. So, three days after I bought the ring, I went back out to where she was at college at the time. I couldn't wait even a day, so that night, even though it was pouring rain, I surprised her and told her that I needed to talk to her alone outside. She took that to meant I was dumping her, because I am so smooth that way socially. When she finally realized what I was actually doing, she was already bawling and finally happy enough to say yes. Afterwards, she made me call her parents first and "ask" for their blessing, which I fortunately got.

Since then, I've experienced the two happiest days of my life. Both were wrought with their own kind of peril, though. My wedding day happened to work out to be on my birthday. Two days before the wedding, her grandmother had severe medical trouble and had to go into intensive care. She missed the ceremony, and my wife could only think about that during most of the wedding day, crying most of the time going down the aisle because of it. The rest of the day is really a blur of happiness, but that's what sticks out most to me today. The second happiest day didn't start out that way. My wife had been feeling terrible for a few weeks, and couldn't figure out what was wrong. We went to see a doctor, who gave her a pregnancy test. It came up positive. My initial spoken reaction was "Oh shit...", not because it was bad news, but because it was such unexpected news. She did not see it this way, and wouldn't talk to me all the way to the OB doctor's office. We got her checked in, and the doctor examined her and said either she was much further along that we initially thought, or there were two. So, we immediately got whisked off to the lab for an ultrasound. She got hooked up to the machine, and I went in and they searched. What they found was one baby, 22 weeks along, and it was a boy. So, that day I went from being concerned about a sick wife to expecting a baby in four months. It was a great day.
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Don't ask me why there are three spoilers there when I only used one spoiler tag. Only the last one actually has text.


#196



Biannoshufu

-born. given away to birth mother's sister because birth mother was not fit for parenting.
-father married mother 2.0
-barbie doll
-grades grades grades belt to the legs bad touchy uncle grades birth mother dies grades period grades grades cigarette grades puking grades oral sex grades run away beaten taken away police officer grades waitressing job at family restaurant, grades, bad sex, grades graduation, school, embarrassing job pays well, community college, roommate kisses better than most guys grades internship job grades drop out, freelance, dotcom, 420, ER visit, embarrassing job pays more than corporate job MONEY drugs MONEY sex MONEY shibari MONEY booze MONEY partner MONEY new partner MONEY hamster porn MONEY

child.


#197

Piotyr

Piotyr

You are far more succinct than I.

This is not a bad thing.


#198



makare

I thought the three spoilers was to build suspense.


#199



Biannoshufu

makare said:
I thought the three spoilers was to build suspense.
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me 2.


#200

Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

The story teleported from one spoiler to the next, to the next, to avoid an oncoming train it wasn't aware of.


#201

Piotyr

Piotyr

And to appease, here are things I've made up about parts of the story before:
- Almost died at birth
- Parents were never proud of me
- Many variations on the train story, depending what fit the mood at the time, from having made the whole thing up to angels carrying me
- Football is what toughened me up
- I was really good at sports
- My sports career was ended by injury
- I never really tried in school or always worked my ass off at school. Truth was I tried really hard to get work done fast so I could play video games.
- Never had friends in school
- Was on drugs in school
- Used to beat up bullies all the time
- Got stood up at prom
- College relationship ended mutually
- Embellished proposal details about college relationship (She dumped me during proposal, dumped me because I wouldn't have sex with her, dumped me when I had the ring in hand, etc)
- College girl never spoke to me again after dumping me (reality is a tortuous two years of constant baiting and/or lying to myself about us)
- Remember only happy things about my wedding
- Fatherhood never felt real until son's birth
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Quotemander Prime said:
The story teleported from one spoiler to the next, to the next, to avoid an oncoming train it wasn't aware of.
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That's the one story that I can't really explain any better than I did there. Weird shit happened really fast, can't remember any of it between being on tracks and being safe, friend swears there was no way I should've survived it.


#202

IronBrig4

IronBrig4

I was born in the summer of '82. We moved to San Diego when I was about six months old, and that is my home city. I grew accustomed to beautiful weather year-round, beaches, awesome sunsets, and shitty professional sports teams. My little brother was born when I was 3, and he and I get along very well. We couldn't be more different politically or religiously, in that I'm a slovenly liberal and he's a fastidious conservative.

Elementary school was okay for the most part. I was quiet, shy, and bookish. I was picked on by some bigger kids (who picked on everybody else), and in third grade I'll admit I was a bully. Wet willies, nurples, Indian rope-burns, that sort of thing. It only lasted for a few months and I snapped out of it. I picked on this one kid in particular. I didn't have anything against him personally, but everybody else hated him so I joined in. It wasn't one of my finest episodes.

We moved to Saudi Arabia when I was 9. My Dad's job there lasted for about a year when he got laid off. That started a lot of troubles. We had to live in a trailer for a while as he got a heart attack and just couldn't find employment. Then my Mom started freaking out on top of everything. Let's just say that she has... issues. She was constantly abused as a child and was probably molested on top of everything else. She can't see ANY sort of sex, nudity, or even kissing on TV without throwing a fit. She eventually quit working ostensibly so she could be a stay-at-home Mom, but it was probably because she just couldn't handle the stress anymore. She came from a rich family in Thailand, so she was used to having servants take care of everything. Speaking of Thailand, my brother and I got the typical Asian Dragon Mom experience from her. We HAD to play the violin or piano because HER parents never let her do it even though she really wanted to. Therefore, WE had to do the things she missed out on, and we had to like it. If we didn't want to practice or were late for a music lesson it would prompt a lot of threats and sometimes outright SCREAMING from her. Try dealing with that when you're 9 or, in my brother's case, 6. At least my Dad eventually got my brother and me into Boy Scouts and Little League. I know that when I have kids, I won't ever force them into music or anything else to the point where it becomes a dreaded chore.

Anyways, once my Dad got a job things started to stabilize. We definitely never had money but we weren't exactly poor. The rest of elementary school was great, then I made a HUGE mistake by signing up at a distant junior high school. Most of my friends went to one of two local schools in middle-class Jewish neighborhoods. My school was famous for its science program... and was right in the center of a Filipino and Vietnamese ghetto. Early wake-ups, long bus rides, and trashy ghetto kids made my experience there a constant torment. Well, 7th grade wasn't too bad. But 8th grade was awful and I pretty much shut down. And that science program? You had to be in the top 1% of students to even have a chance of getting in. Half of those students were named Nguyen while the other half were Tran. I was very glad when I got out of eighth grade (almost needed to repeat it) and got into high school.

I wisely chose to go to a local high school where many of my childhood friends attended. My grades were still a bit of a roller coaster but I was a lot happier. Unfortunately, this was also when we had more financial problems and my Mom started acting a lot worse (including threatening suicide). We moved to Egypt for my senior year and things got better. I started college in San Diego and thrived there. I was also able to find jobs that kept me living rent-free in the dorm while my family had one economic disaster after another. I was also able to put myself through grad school while the family finances recovered.

After getting my M.A., I taught English in South Korea for a year. It was an eye-opening experience and I'm very glad I went. I'm 99% positive that I wouldn't have found a job Stateside if I'd stayed home. Living overseas as an adult also made me consider the prospect of immigrating to another country. I certainly wouldn't mind moving to New Zealand, Australia, or Canada. I can see myself teaching in Wellington sometime in the future.

Now my family's doing much better, which is surprising considering that everybody else is barely hanging on. My Dad has steady work, my brother is doing well for himself, and my Mom finally saw a therapist so she's much improved. As for myself, I'm well on my way to completing a PhD. There's even a chance that I'll be working overseas for the spring semester. My Dad and I get on well, my brother and I have put aside our differences, and even my Mom and I have a good relationship now. I could have resented her, but I understand that she did her best considering her many issues.


#203

Mathias

Mathias

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.


#204



makare

IronBrig4 said:
Speaking of Thailand, my brother and I got the typical Asian Dragon Mom experience from her. We HAD to play the violin or piano because HER parents never let her do it even though she really wanted to. Therefore, WE had to do the things she missed out on, and we had to like it. If we didn't want to practice or were late for a music lesson it would prompt a lot of threats and sometimes outright SCREAMING from her. Try dealing with that when you're 9 or, in my brother's case, 6. At least my Dad eventually got my brother and me into Boy Scouts and Little League. I know that when I have kids, I won't ever force them into music or anything else to the point where it becomes a dreaded chore.
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I've always thought it was interesting how parents do that to their kids. Make them do the things they couldn't do when they were children. I guess the idea is "they just don't know how good they have it?!" You really can't win in those situations. I think you idea of letting them do it but not forcing them is probably the best. I have to be careful of that because I didn't get to do fun things and I do sometimes think at leastmy kids will get to do it! I better be careful not to make a privilege into a chore.


#205

phil

phil

Biannoshufu said:
-born. given away to birth mother's sister because birth mother was not fit for parenting.
-father married mother 2.0
-barbie doll
-grades grades grades belt to the legs bad touchy uncle grades birth mother dies grades period grades grades cigarette grades puking grades oral sex grades run away beaten taken away police officer grades waitressing job at family restaurant, grades, bad sex, grades graduation, school, embarrassing job pays well, community college, roommate kisses better than most guys grades internship job grades drop out, freelance, dotcom, 420, ER visit, embarrassing job pays more than corporate job MONEY drugs MONEY sex MONEY shibari MONEY booze MONEY partner MONEY new partner MONEY hamster porn MONEY

child.
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Wait, is the hamster and porn twO dfferent ideas? Like hamster, porn, money or is it hamsterporn. Like porn either about, involving or marketed to hamsters.


#206



Biannoshufu

mr_thehun said:
I should know where this is from. I can even hear the voice.
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Dr Evil ring a bell?


#207

Cheesy1

Cheesy1

mr_thehun said:
I should know where this is from. I can even hear the voice.
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"I never met my birth parents. There was a car accident. I'm told it was a beautiful Belgium day. The smell of waffles and brussel sprouts filled the summer air until my birth mother was incinerated. I only survived because her smoking carcass formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence. A Belgian man and his fifteen year-old love slave with webbed feet were looting the accident scene. They came across a blood soaked baby: moi. They raised me to be evil. You know, that old chestnut."

Edit: And I'm too slow.


#208

blotsfan

blotsfan

My story. Just as a warning, since I'm young (or at least younger than most of you guys) this will emphasize things that I'm sure won't seem as important later in life. Also, kinda long.

When I was a little kid I'd say I was pretty normal. I was a pretty good reader at a young age, but other than that nothing special. When I got to first grade, I first kinda realized (or at least thought) that I was really smart. I'm sure I was somewhat bright, but I also went to a Jewish day school so I don't think the curriculum was particularly tough. I remember being able to breeze through everything without any effort. Throughout elementary school I would get check plusses or whatever the good grades were, but at the same time I would get in a lot of trouble at times. I had quite a temper and temper tantrums were a relatively frequent occurrence (sad to say this lasted throughout middle school). Also, I would often just sit in my room and read comics or some other book rather than doing homework. I think I ended up being about 2 months behind before the school every bothered to call my parents. In the summer, I went to a Jewish sleep-away camp which I loved with all my heart. I went there up until I was too old to be a camper anymore. I would've been a councellor but alas, the camp shut down the first year that I could.

I wasn't a physical kid at all. I didn't like excercise and I had pretty shitty eating habits. I was really skinny though because I just had a fast metabolism or something like that. Of course, that has since caught up to me and I'm now what I'd describe as kinda fat, but not obese.

The most notable aspect of my life is probably that I went on a lot of vacations as a child. My parents loved to travel and they simply took me and my brother along for the ride. I've been to all the continents except australia and antarctica, and other than Europe I've been to them all multiple times. Those trips were something I didn't truly appreciate until I was older though, as I kind of grew up thinking they were commonplace.

By the time middle school came around, I'd say I had gotten a lot more cynical. I was the perfect example of why you should not just let a young kid watch south park without any sort of talk beforehand. I had learned all the swear words, but didn't have close to the maturity to know the times to whip them out. Eventually my mom said that I wouldn't get in trouble if I swore in front of her as long as I didn't in front of people who would get offended. Turned out she's a major swearer herself.

I also didn't treat teachers with close to the respect I should've. I was at the small Jewish school still and the staff was pretty sharply divided into the teachers people liked, and the teachers people didn't. While I still did generally well in classes, I would still go to the principal's on a pretty regular basis. Of course, same as elementary school, I didn't put much work into classes and while sometimes it came crashing down on me, I generally could pull out a good grade.

Towards the end of middle school, I couldn't wait to get out of there. After getting in something of a fight with a fellow classmate, I was just pissed off. Even though I had never been to any other school, I knew that I couldn't handle going back. I would've begged my parents to let me change schools if they had a high school. I told myself and most of them that I didn't want to interact with them after graduation and for the most part I've stayed true to that. It was made much easier since I wasn't going to the same high school as any of them.

The one other really major event that happened around that time was my parents telling me and my brother that they were getting divorced. It was a brutal thing for me and I did not handle it very well. I was a wreck for a while, but I realized that a lot of time had passed and my parents still were living together and went back to sleeping together. However, they did fight a lot and I just figured that they were only going to stay together until I was out of high school.

Of course, wanting to leave middle school so much came to bite me in the ass. Without question freshman year of high school was the worst year of my life. I went from being with basically the same 10 kids for 9 years to being in a class of about 100 kids, only one of whom I knew (and we certainly weren't close friends). For the first, and really only time in my life, I was a victim of bullying. This one guy and some of his friends decided for whatever reason that they didn't like me and wanted to make my life as miserable as they could. The only thing was, they never tried to beat me up so I couldn't really complain. The only time anything physical happened was when I got so pissed off at him (he got a lot of people to just refuse to acknowledge my existence in any way) that I just tried to attack him. Of course, I got my ass handed to me. Luckily I didn't get in any actual trouble for it.

And just coinciding with the social issues was the realization that I couldn't breeze my way through school like I used to. After having maybe 1 c throughout elementary and middle school, I had 3 after one quarter of high school. My grades never really improved that year, and I'm still convinced that I only got through geometry because the teacher didn't feel like doing the paperwork failing me would've required.

Sophomore and junior year were very similar. The guy who hated me admitted he didn't really know why, and apologized for it. My grades weren't great but they weren't horrible. On the other hand, I didn't really have friends in high school. Basically I had my one old friend that I've known forever and if he was busy, I'd spend the whole day in the house. I went an entire weekend without going outside a few times. My free time basically became internet and watching sports with my dad (which while fun, was every night). I did have my first kiss after sophomore year, but it was an incredibly humiliating pity kiss.

Luckily I finally did something that has made my life so much better towards the end of junior year. I asked a girl to prom. Her response was "well if this guy I like doesnt want to go with me, then sure." While nowadays I'd take that as a no, I was happy to have a chance. And luckily the guy didn't want to go with her. While nothing ever happened between me and that girl romantically, she happened to be someone who made plans with everyone which basically gave me a circle of friends. Coupled with having my own car, I had a real social life.

Senior year was a great year for me. I had friends, finally did well in school. There were just two big issues hanging over me. The first was college. Luckily I had the idea to become a journalist. The only thing I was really passionate about was watching sports so I figured a job talking about them would be a good idea. Unfortunately, my dad had a talk with me about how he wasn't sure that I'd get into college but if I didn't, I'd be dead. I would've especially been terrified except I did end up with a good SAT score so I figure that'd get me into most of the schools I applied to (I underestimated the selectiveness of state schools severely). By the end of it, I got into 4 schools, got rejected from 3 and sent to a satellite school by penn state, which was my number one non-reach school. Thankfully, I did get into the University of Missouri, which is where I am now.

The other big issue was girls. Going to a small school, I never really did much with girls and had no idea how to get one. While I did have that kiss, it was very pathetic. I can't emphasize that enough. However, as the year went on, I started to like this one girl and thought we were hitting it off. I ended up asking her to prom and she eagerly accepted. One thing lead to another and we ended up going out, and save for a one month breakup when going away to school, we're still together to this day.

My college story hasn't been particularly interesting (even less so than what you just read). I have friends, I party, and I've done a long distance relationship. However, the girlfriend ended up transferring out here (she went to the school in town and hated it). I've also made the deans list both semesters so I'm hoping I've really turned it around academically, even though this semester is looking tough. The one negative is that my parents did end up getting divorced, though I'd been expecting it for so long that it really wasn't a huge deal. They both seem happier for it and are still friends. Alas, this is the end of the story for now. However, the next year is undoubtedly going to shape my life, as I'm contemplating a change in majors, though thats a story for another day.

tl;dr I've had a very good life. If it seems like I haven't its because its easier to write sad things.


#209

IronBrig4

IronBrig4

makare said:
I've always thought it was interesting how parents do that to their kids. Make them do the things they couldn't do when they were children. I guess the idea is "they just don't know how good they have it?!" You really can't win in those situations. I think you idea of letting them do it but not forcing them is probably the best. I have to be careful of that because I didn't get to do fun things and I do sometimes think at leastmy kids will get to do it! I better be careful not to make a privilege into a chore.
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With Asian parents, it's ALWAYS music. And it's always the piano or violin too.


#210



Biannoshufu

phil said:
Wait, is the hamster and porn twO dfferent ideas? Like hamster, porn, money or is it hamsterporn. Like porn either about, involving or marketed to hamsters.
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"hampster porn"


#211



makare

hamper porn


#212

Cheesy1

Cheesy1

makare said:
hamper porn
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Those dirty, dirty hampers! :p


#213



Philosopher B.

The answer to the question is 42.


#214

fade

fade

IronBrig4, translate Asian to Redneck, and it sounds like we've had similar lives. Even the long bus rides. I rode the bus to school K-12, and the ride took an hour there and hour back. Not that the school was that far away, but the bus route was so twisted going through backcountry roads.


#215



Philosopher B.

Also, on the subject of veracity, I can provide witnesses!


#216



Chibibar

Piotyr said:
To be honest, I have a personal history of being a pathological liar. Not even in the sense of making stories better, worse, more interesting, or whatever pattern. Just that I have a history of telling stories for the sake of telling stories and changing details in it for no good reason.

So, I'd like to post an origin story, but I really have to concentrate to make it honest, because it may just be the first time I've given an entire history of myself without making some part of it up.
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I personally never have really master online personality vs real life personality. What you see online is what I am in person :)
I never thought of making up a story, but I did omit some of the gorier detail of my life, but like all things, there is a balance. I am in a MUCH better place now than I was 30 years ago.


#217

GasBandit

GasBandit

I knew this thread would end up with hurt feelings and flung accusations. It's like music.


#218



makare

like tearing the skin off people?


#219



Biannoshufu

GasBandit said:
I knew this thread would end up with hurt feelings and flung accusations. It's like music.
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everytime I get sad I take out your picture and giggle just like I did when I first saw ewoks as a child.


#220



Philosopher B.

GasBandit's origin story:



#221

GasBandit

GasBandit

You're just jealous that I'm a local meme.


#222

Krisken

Krisken

GasBandit said:
You're just jealous that I'm a local meme.
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I must be tired. I first saw that as "a local menu."


#223



Philosopher B.

GasBandit said:
You're just jealous that I'm a local meme.
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I'm certainly not jealous of your crazy eyes!



#224

GasBandit

GasBandit

SOON.


#225



Biannoshufu

Sooo creepy now..


#226



makare

GasBandit said:
SPOON.
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#227



Philosopher B.


?


#228

Silver Jelly

Silver Jelly

Reading this thread made me realize something. I don't think I can make my life into a coherent story.


#229

Frank

Frankie Williamson

Do what I did and write an incoherent mess.


#230



Biannoshufu

Silver Jelly said:
Reading this thread made me realize something. I don't think I can make my life into a coherent story.
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i certainly didn't let that stop me. Not even's life reads like a plotted story with an arc.


#231



Philosopher B.

Silver Jelly said:
Reading this thread made me realize something. I don't think I can make my life into a coherent story.
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Life is a series of moments. Pick a crazy or meaningful one and go nuts!


#232



Chibibar

You know what tho? good or bad, it is YOUR stories. It is in the past and make you, well, YOU. We can always play monday night quarterback (did I use that right?) and second guess the decisions or make fun of stuff we made in the past, but that doesn't change the fact it happen, and it is done.

We can only change the present and the future (that is we can change our present to change the tread of the future. i.e. if I become too lazy, I'll become fat AND lazy, but I can start working out now and be more active so I won't be FAT in the future and lazy :) )


#233



TheBrew

General Specific said:
SON??
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Dad, I didn't forget to mow the law.

I moved out.


#234

Silver Jelly

Silver Jelly

Philosopher B. said:
Life is a series of moments. Pick a crazy or meaningful one and go nuts!
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The problem is not complexity... It's that the memories of my life are mostly a grey mass of nothingness and confusion.

Maybe has something to do with my very passive life mixed with my dyscalculia?

But I'll try to do it, at least in spanish. I'll let you know how it turned up.


#235

Allen who is Quiet

Allen who is Quiet

Jelly, tell us about the time you infiltrated a hostile nation, seduced local women, and prevented a megalomaniacal, eccentric billionaire from doing something nefarious.


#236

Cheesy1

Cheesy1

All while drinking your alcoholic beverage of choice.


#237

Silver Jelly

Silver Jelly

>_>

<_<

*Pushes button on invisibility watch*


#238

General Specific

General Specific

TheBrew said:
Dad, I didn't forget to mow the law.

I moved out.
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Dangit, now Officer Charon is going to get tall and shaggy. Guess I'll have to do it myself again.


#239

Allen who is Quiet

Allen who is Quiet

GS, it's like they say: "If you want Officer_Charon done, you'll have to do him yourself."


#240

Chad Sexington

Chad Sexington

makare said:
I just like this so much i had to post and say so.
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:)

I'd forgotten I made this post. Then I had 4 alerts regarding it. Interesting.


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