STRANGELUV'S PROFILE

Jesus. Get yourself together, Nightblade. Don't be a "Psyburn". Well, at least you've made something.. One step ahead of p-burn already. At least you didn't major in French or something

As for me, life's good. I graduated with second class honours with the double major in Agricultural Science and Environmental Science almost two years back. Worked as a part-time livestock vet assistant during that time. Began working as a high school Forms 4 and 5 Biology and Integrated Science teacher soon after graduation. Last year's results were not great but they were satisfactory. I aim to do better this year with my new batch of students. Recently I've been hired part-time to help in marketing, video and graphic design job for a private food and beverage company. Two jobs, lots of time being occupied but pay is good (for this country) and life is satisfactory.

Four years ago though, I had no eyebrows, hated everybody and was still recuperating from domestic abuse. I also got a hand-job from my much older cousin when I was like 13 but it's not a big deal at all. We're still cool.

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Funny how you should ask this question, I was just thinking on this during one of my 2am strolls for coffee.

I have occasionally come to forums for help on certain infantile matters, mainly GW; making occasional whining blurbs about my insane father, but I don't think I've ever gone into full detail like you have.

Well Tau, at the very least you keep your head held high, and are at least trying to get back on track. That's more than I can say for so many people I see and work with.

Where to begin... Hm...

To start simply: No. I am not happy, but I am far from the inescapable void. If anything, these last few years in solitude granted to me by my brother's marriage have given me time to learn about myself. Really: I just have a great deal of trouble dealing with average things a great deal of people take for granted.

For example; smiling, expression emotion face to face, eye contact, idle chatter... Basic social behaviors that's second nature to most people. On some days, certain acts are far harder than others for no discernible reason. It's a bit of a ride to be sure. On some days; I can be fairly normal. It's easy to talk and hold a conversation; I enjoy things and everything is normal... or as normal as things get for me anyway. Then there's days when I can barely keep an interest in anything. I also find myself incredibly hungry during these occasions... But I can't and won't blame all of my problems on these strange days I have.

I'm not fully sure why I became like this, the experiences that forge who we are is usually too complex to explain; but I'll share with everyone what I think had a great impact on my character... Starting with my earliest memories.

Yes, my first memory involves me standing in a crib. I was very hungry and there was a plate of sloppy spaghetti sitting in front of me. My father, sat there with his arms folded staring at me. Eventually, I climbed out of the crib and started eating. Apparently, this is how my father taught me how to eat on my own.

My next significant memory comes a bit later... Though it's a bit hazy. Me, my brother and my mother were out grocery shopping. We return home and my father becomes violently enraged that my mother accidentally picked up a diet soda / snack instead of normal. Hits were had. Things kind of get weird after that and I can't remember the correct sequence of events. My mother separated from my father at one point, not sure if it was caused by the mentioned incident. All I remember is sitting in the living room, bored with my brother asking about what's happening with mom and dad. He explained about separation and all that sort of thing. During this lazy afternoon they were out renewing their marriage or something along those lines.

Here's a good one that just came to me. I remember the details too. One day I went to doctors for a check up. The train ride was long and exhausting but the actual wait was short for once. We make it in and when I make it in to the doctor's office; for some reason I can't remember - I didn't breath in and out when he asked me... or something like that. My father stormed out of my office, dragging me in his wake. At this point it was the afternoon, and the streets were crowded with businessmen and school children alike. As he dragged me to the train station raining both verbal and physical abuse (in the form of kicking) people just walked by, paying no mind. Business as usual I guess.

My, this is getting a bit long. Oh well.

Not all of my memories are bitter though. I remember the day I was first introduced to the Nintendo by my older brother. It was a bitter winter morning, I had the chicken pox and I found myself bored and drawing on the 7 hecta-comb formed pox on the bottom of my foot when my brother poked me and showed me a game called "Double Dragon II" before he left for school. I had so much fun; that I was still playing when he returned. My older brother is probably the only true friend I have in this world.

Here's a collection of fragmented memories which probably explains why I have difficulty asking and accepting help from people. When I was in the fourth grade I asked my father for help with my math home work. After getting a division problem wrong several times he strangled me and slammed me onto the floor. Strangely, the strangling hurt more than the way he literally threw me onto the floor. It must have been the carpet. At school, it was frequently embarrassing to ask for help as someone who was painfully shy. On one such occasion, a cute girl was grudgingly forced to help me with some math problem. I feigned understanding of the subject just to end the humiliation. Ho HO! Women were/are sure repulsed by me.

Oh boy, that reminds me of every instance I class where we did the obligatory "GROUP EXERCISE" where you were forced into groups of 4/5 people. OR EVEN BETTER, where you were given the free choice to join any group you want; but since you were that freak nobody likes - you had to be PUT on a group by the teacher... publicly. Like the fat kid at dodge ball, only not fat.

My next experience comes much later; since I don't want to go over for the 50th time that instance where my father beat my brother so violently that he literally destroyed the room the assault happened in in the process - this was in high school.

My brother had gotten my father a dog for his birthday a few weeks prior... Though I can't say it worked out early on. My father was in the habit of beating our new beagle with a broomstick every time had an accident. One morning before school I got up and the little guy had an accident. His expressive eyes gazed at me with regret and he put his head down and wagged his tail nervously. I gently patted him on the head and let him do his business outside. It was about that time when my father woke up and asked "What's that smell? You took some of that cake for breakfast or something"?. "Y-Yes" I nervously replied, not giving a second thought to the blatantly transparent lie. He lumbered into the kitchen to find there was no cake; and that there was a small mess made by the dog over night. It was at this point when he pinned me to the wall and yelled "Where the hell is the cake?!". My mother, who was in the next room ran out and demanded "Put him down!". The sole instance when she actually stood up for us.

He then paused and put me down. Moments later he would exclaimed "We're getting rid of this dog! I'm tired of this shit! Tomorrow, I'm taking this fucking dog back to the pound!". The remarks, more than the confrontation itself filled me with a great deal of sadness the whole day. Everywhere I went, I saw pictures of happy animals; and I despaired at the thought of losing this wonderful little dog.

He later decided to keep the dog.

While I find it hard to smile and express myself face to face, I can always give an earnest and truthful smile to an animal. Dog, Cat, or otherwise.

That's enough of that though. I wasn't expecting this to run as long as it did; so I'll wrap this up as succinctly as I can. (Not very, in other words).

I'm 24 years old.

I'm working as a Scammer Resident Technician for Staples.

I still live with my parents.

I have a mountain of debt from a bogus college that gave me nothing in return.

I am not only a Virgin; but the last friendship I had with a women was in the third grade. I have never kissed a woman, nor have I held one's hand... Wait; actually that's not true. I was forced to hold a girl's hand in kindergarden once. My hand was so sweaty that the little girl had to get a tissue to wipe her hands clean of my filth... Sorry, almost went off there.

Things are shitty; but It's not hopeless... Not yet.

None of my loan payments are overdo, despite how terribly my job is I'm developing a reputation for having ironically good customer service and trouble shooting skills. I manage my money better than my parents; as I don't spend my entire tax refund on a television when I have hospitals calling to collect ER payments, and I've taken some really tiny baby steps into coming out of my shell in the form of subtlety* piggy backing off of my brothers alumni network. Things may get better... They might not; but I have a plan. If I'm still living with my parents at the age of 30; It would be a simple matter of disappearing one summer night and ending as a pile of blood stained giblets on the Staten Island transit system.

(* Probably not as subtle as I'd like but oh well!)

As a closing I'd just like to apologize to all those I may have alienated with past actions. There are quite a few people here I like; but have driven away with my usual behavior.

lol

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Completely agree with this, and pretty much live by it. Or at least try to.

Really? You were once like the king of hype (which incited the "shampoo" incident lmao)

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How do I make a spoiler tag to hide this long vent about my old boss and my exes that isn't pertinant to game making :-)



So sorry to vent here, but I was working 2 full time jobs at the same time. The second full time job was supposed to be a week, but I made this thing that made a company a lot of money, and will FOREVER make the money. So they hired me on. Then they went to phase 2 after 4 months.

The boss tried to downgrade my pay from $50 per hour to $15 an hour, when the kind of programming that I do is $40 an hour. My manager at my first job told me that I should be making $140 an hour. Basically I made software that will be in 1,000 buildings making $4,000 for them per year EACH.

When I asked for $20 an hour he pointed out all of my flaws and said that's the top of his scope and I'd need to give results. Which with programming there are bugs. Programming is easy, but its the bugs that take the longest time.

The boss is a jerk, he'd explain everything that he wants me to do, then freak out when I don't have it done instantly. Instead of doing it my way, everything had to be done his way which would turn a 10 hour job into 100. The smallest thing that he felt was small would take hours upon hours. Worse yet, the smallest thing would impact everything else.

If there was a bug he would say, "Can you explain to me why there's an error here?" Instead of just saying "there's an error here." Then I'd have to explain it to him what I think was wrong instead of just fixing it.

When I quit, he made me feel lik I was WRONG for giving up when they need me. Honestly his product is perfect as is, and he's already sold 10 kiosks with my software on them.

It was basically like an abusive relationship. He and I made a metal baby that was 6' tall 800 lbs kiosk that his company will forever make money off of. He treated me like shit and tried to pay me under the html guys despite the fact that the html guys are disposable and my code is like hand writing. The next guy needs to know my hand writing and the next guy probably can't do what I did in the first place :-)

I'm so sorry for venting. I really need to. My life hurts right now :-)

Speaking of venting. So with my ex gfs. They'd always plot out our future lives together. Like what our kids would be named. Where we'd live. Uggg... Now that I'm an adult. I get the same thing only now they CARE when I don't contribute. Now they figure well he's not contributing, he must not be that into me.

Women are in love with ideas more than actions. Hoobastank even wrote about it. Its not what you do, its what you say.

Sorry =( Why don't you show your boss and your ex-girlfriends EpiQuest

Sounds like your ex-gf's and boss can go into game design here.