Life as I see it.
Get born. Grow up with an oppresive and power-crazy older brother and crazy parents who you'd like to say are trying their best but if you think about it logically, they're not really. Grow up with a deeply ingrained inferiority complex and fear of social interactions, grow up to be the fat kid. Go to a boys' school for 10 years and make one good friend.
Parents get divorced. Go to stay with Dad and brother and rich aunt. Life gets slightly better. Become less fat. Do what you do best, score for you 'O' levels, go to a good school.
See girls up close for the first time. Talk to girls for the first time. Fall in love with the first girl you have a conversation with for more than 10 minutes. Go to lectures, write her name all over your lecture notes. Pretend to bump into her more than statistically normal, and definitely more that socially acceptable. Become blind to what is socially acceptable. Her friends laugh at you. Your friends laugh at you. Go home and emo. Go back to school and look for her. Confess. She laughs. 'That's sweet' and all that shit. Never gives a proper answer. Stay friends.
Go through Junior College without anymore such scandals and with a lot more friends, and self-worth than you started out with. Reflect on the joys of social interactions and being platonic friends with members of the opposite sex. Get thrown into army to spend two more years with guys again.
Go through hell, think about her, come back. Repeat. Call her once a month. Start to go out with her once a week. Start to see her as your anchor to a normal life, fall for her again. She confesses that she's now going out with her best friend of the last two years. You laugh. 'Well that was expected' and all that shit. Go back an emo. Leave her the way she is.
Go to command school to become a sergeant. Get told 'this is responsibilty'. You say 'OK'.
Pass out of command school as a sergeant. See responsibility. Run away.
See yourself as a failure. Break your back to avoid responsibility. Break your ego and self-worth. Feel like shit. Revert back to you original pschosis and feel inferior to your inifinitely more valued colleagues. Start to be ostracised by your colleagues. Make friends with guy who better than you at slacking. Finish your stint in the army. Get a short and meaningless testimonial from your superiors.
Study in a local university, do well for your own exams. Do terribly for group projects. See lots of attractive girls, never talk to them. Meet a girl terrified of big groups, the one that all the guys never look at. Talk to her. Find out she's never had a boyfriend. Be her boyfriend. Look at the pretty girls and say you have a girlfriend already.
Go to a party for the first time in your life, walk past you soulmate and never see her again. Go back home and swear you'll never go for another one again.
Marry your girlfriend. Think about your first love, muse about the past. Make love. Think about your first love. Have two kids and a job which pays the bills. Grow old and then probably die.
Parents get divorced. Go to stay with Dad and brother and rich aunt. Life gets slightly better. Become less fat. Do what you do best, score for you 'O' levels, go to a good school.
See girls up close for the first time. Talk to girls for the first time. Fall in love with the first girl you have a conversation with for more than 10 minutes. Go to lectures, write her name all over your lecture notes. Pretend to bump into her more than statistically normal, and definitely more that socially acceptable. Become blind to what is socially acceptable. Her friends laugh at you. Your friends laugh at you. Go home and emo. Go back to school and look for her. Confess. She laughs. 'That's sweet' and all that shit. Never gives a proper answer. Stay friends.
Go through Junior College without anymore such scandals and with a lot more friends, and self-worth than you started out with. Reflect on the joys of social interactions and being platonic friends with members of the opposite sex. Get thrown into army to spend two more years with guys again.
Go through hell, think about her, come back. Repeat. Call her once a month. Start to go out with her once a week. Start to see her as your anchor to a normal life, fall for her again. She confesses that she's now going out with her best friend of the last two years. You laugh. 'Well that was expected' and all that shit. Go back an emo. Leave her the way she is.
Go to command school to become a sergeant. Get told 'this is responsibilty'. You say 'OK'.
Pass out of command school as a sergeant. See responsibility. Run away.
See yourself as a failure. Break your back to avoid responsibility. Break your ego and self-worth. Feel like shit. Revert back to you original pschosis and feel inferior to your inifinitely more valued colleagues. Start to be ostracised by your colleagues. Make friends with guy who better than you at slacking. Finish your stint in the army. Get a short and meaningless testimonial from your superiors.
Study in a local university, do well for your own exams. Do terribly for group projects. See lots of attractive girls, never talk to them. Meet a girl terrified of big groups, the one that all the guys never look at. Talk to her. Find out she's never had a boyfriend. Be her boyfriend. Look at the pretty girls and say you have a girlfriend already.
Go to a party for the first time in your life, walk past you soulmate and never see her again. Go back home and swear you'll never go for another one again.
Marry your girlfriend. Think about your first love, muse about the past. Make love. Think about your first love. Have two kids and a job which pays the bills. Grow old and then probably die.