My life has been an interesting adventure and I bet yours has too. It doesn’t really matter who you are or what you’ve done, it’s been an adventure. Now, I do use that term generously because one persons dream could be another person’s every day life and vice versa. But anywaiz, here’s my thought about how each of us has come to be who we are.

We start with a blank canvas when we first are able to be marginally independent from 24/7 care of parents, i.e. when we can finally walk and mutter gibberish phrases that are amusing to everyone but ourselves… also known as just escaping the times of being a baby. This is when our REAL character starts to develop. We can be influenced by actions. We can start to remember things that are actually able to be recalled ten years later. We can really start to make the choices that will one day begin to change us into who we are as an ever changing painting: a self portrait that’s never complete.

I’ll start with my story. Nothing specific, just the major points in my life that have shaped who I am and then I’ll get into how they did so and so on and so forth.

I don’t remember much of my childhood, except for climbing on the roof of my house pretending to be a world famous explorer on an expedition to map the unknown, uncharted parts of the world. I was, at the time, ignorant to the capabilities of technology. But who gives a fuck? Really? I didn’t. I still don’t. That was the start of my quirkiness that got me into a lot of social shit. Through pre-school I was always preaching fairness. I remember that one day there were kids taking up about 80% of the lay area in the room. My friends and I wanted to split it to have more room so I went over and asked them and the response I got was less that courteous. They came over to our area and knocked over our tower, laughed, and walked back only to take up more of the carpet. This was the beginning of the bullying years.

From K-5 I attended a private school in town. All through this time I never really had true friends aside from a couple who I wasn’t even that close to at the time. I was bullied constantly. I was called gay for the first time in 2nd grade. SECOND GRADE for fuck’s sake! I doubt the kids even knew what it meant at that time. I did. And it hurt. All through the lower school I tried to make the right impressions and fit in… but it only led to being bullied almost non-stop. By the time I hit the middle of 5th grade, I had attempted suicide more than once and was skipping school almost as much as I was attending. I was becoming a depressed train wreck of a person.