Post by poryg on Oct 21, 2016 6:03:26 GMT -5
It's been like this ever since I was small
I am a bastard son... And on top of that, my development has been neglected. Mother had no time for me, because she had hands full of taking care of my stepbrother.
However, when I was a baby, mother couldn't let go of me without me reacting to that badly I wanted contact and when I didn't have it, I demanded it
As I grew up, I had a lack of friends... So I wasted time on the internet having no goal to pursue. I realized my goal just recently... But well, it's quite late now. My impressive learning capabilities have already weakened a great deal... And so has my limitless time.
And because there was nobody to cultivate me... I have developed my own morale. My own values. And my own character. There is much darkness inside me that nobody can see through... Not even me.
It's not that I am bad though. I am not bad, not good. I am different... But so different that people are scared of me... Especially the closed minded Czechs. Because, even though I have changed a great deal... My perversion for physical contact has never disappeared. In fact it has only strengthened. To the point where it's scary for even my friends... And even an innocent thing like brushing hair can scare them when it's connected to me.
Well, maybe I should have become a hair stylist... I would have gotten to play with hair all day :3 But it has one flaw... Well, two flaws. First is, I didn't have this problem between 9 and 17 years of age, in fact, this was a period when I actually avoided contact (until I met my gf), and second is, I can't stand men
As for the hugs... I agree, when cuddling is involved, it can easily grow wild... But I am good in manipulating things... I am good in manipulating myself as well. It's just a pity that Czech girls are the way they are... In other words you can't trust them, because they say one thing and do exactly the opposite...
As for the sadness... I have spent all my life fighting against the dangers my life has put me through... I have learned to transform feelings and emotions inside me. Sadness, broken heart.. I can use all this to feed my rage when I need it... Or to make my heart sturdier. Then I just go to sleep... And after I wake up, I am like nothing happened. When the situation is bad, instead of calming down, I cause myself a mental breakdown... And after a good night's sleep I am completely rebooted like a computer after blue screen of death...
Sorry to the entire forum for this weird confession
I am a bastard son... And on top of that, my development has been neglected. Mother had no time for me, because she had hands full of taking care of my stepbrother.
However, when I was a baby, mother couldn't let go of me without me reacting to that badly I wanted contact and when I didn't have it, I demanded it
As I grew up, I had a lack of friends... So I wasted time on the internet having no goal to pursue. I realized my goal just recently... But well, it's quite late now. My impressive learning capabilities have already weakened a great deal... And so has my limitless time.
And because there was nobody to cultivate me... I have developed my own morale. My own values. And my own character. There is much darkness inside me that nobody can see through... Not even me.
It's not that I am bad though. I am not bad, not good. I am different... But so different that people are scared of me... Especially the closed minded Czechs. Because, even though I have changed a great deal... My perversion for physical contact has never disappeared. In fact it has only strengthened. To the point where it's scary for even my friends... And even an innocent thing like brushing hair can scare them when it's connected to me.
Well, maybe I should have become a hair stylist... I would have gotten to play with hair all day :3 But it has one flaw... Well, two flaws. First is, I didn't have this problem between 9 and 17 years of age, in fact, this was a period when I actually avoided contact (until I met my gf), and second is, I can't stand men
As for the hugs... I agree, when cuddling is involved, it can easily grow wild... But I am good in manipulating things... I am good in manipulating myself as well. It's just a pity that Czech girls are the way they are... In other words you can't trust them, because they say one thing and do exactly the opposite...
As for the sadness... I have spent all my life fighting against the dangers my life has put me through... I have learned to transform feelings and emotions inside me. Sadness, broken heart.. I can use all this to feed my rage when I need it... Or to make my heart sturdier. Then I just go to sleep... And after I wake up, I am like nothing happened. When the situation is bad, instead of calming down, I cause myself a mental breakdown... And after a good night's sleep I am completely rebooted like a computer after blue screen of death...
Sorry to the entire forum for this weird confession