My life story
I want to give a window in to my life. Perhaps it might explain why I am who I am. It's all 100% factual. There is a lot that I left out, like becoming a furry and stuff about my family, so if you want to know more don't hesitate to ask.
Back in my school days, I was that funny kid that kept to himself and got along fairly well with his peers. I got pushed around, but I would always defend myself when I had to. I got the reputation among my teachers for being trustworthy and only being aggressive when provoked. I didn't talk, and I rarely saw the inside of a friend's house with the exception of a neighbor. My parents got divorced when I was 4, and I ended up living with my paranoid mother. I had two bedrooms, but I didn't know what home was. Through out my teenage years I managed to stay clean and out of trouble, despite alcohol and drugs being ramped amongst my peers. I had always been ADD until I was 15 when some doctors in Iowa City ran some tests and said it was a rare form of Autism called Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified or PDD-NOS.
I did well in highschool, though distractions of bullying and trying different medications to help with my PDD would cause problems. I took metals shop, where I found a love of MIG welding. Despite being good at it, I never did weld again. Despite wanting to take an automotive class in collage, I got pressured in to drafting and virtual reality by my grandmother because it was on the Centerville campus. I wanted to not only further my welding prowess, but get away from my family. I wanted my space. Needless to say, I lost interest and ended up dropping out. I won't even begin to go in to my living situation at this time.
When I was young, I was Methodist. I went to bible school, and wondering the corridors of the church is still a vivid memory. I walked away from religion after high school, and renounced it permanently in 2008. I could deal with the lack of hard evidence, even the pick-and-choose philosophy, but I was sick of the hypocrisy. I would later hear stories of corruption and greed within the church, which sealed it. While I didn't officially 'come out', it wasn't a secret. All of my profiles online read ether 'atheist' or 'agnostic' (later would all read 'atheist'). I'm convinced it played a role in keeping me out of work here in Iowa's bible belt, where all the tall buildings are churches. Which brings me to another reason for leaving Christianity... ego.
I've been in three relationships. The first turned out only to want me because I had a car, while the other two ended peacefully. True, they both had a chance to work out, but at the time it just wasn't meant to be. The last one ended in '08, and I would be alone ever since. I got depressed, and on a few occasions nearly lost my sanity, saved only by a recently acquired taste for heavy metal and a few supportive furries.
I always had an underpinning desire to be a hero. I was sick of hearing about the evils of the world, even witnessing the lesser forms all around me, and not being able to do a damn thing. Being a scrawny guy (although strong for my size), I was never a fighter, but I did end up learning parkour. It offered a stress relief, and gave confidence that I had the ability to take action in a bad situation. I was good at running, but now I knew how to fly.
It takes a long time to know me. I rarely have anything to say, so I rarely talk. I'm also a tad skittish, so I tend to keep my distance. Even today I'm terrified of starting a conversation, especially over the phone. I'm slowly getting better, but I'm still lonely. I still have chronic writer's block.
My journey continues...
Back in my school days, I was that funny kid that kept to himself and got along fairly well with his peers. I got pushed around, but I would always defend myself when I had to. I got the reputation among my teachers for being trustworthy and only being aggressive when provoked. I didn't talk, and I rarely saw the inside of a friend's house with the exception of a neighbor. My parents got divorced when I was 4, and I ended up living with my paranoid mother. I had two bedrooms, but I didn't know what home was. Through out my teenage years I managed to stay clean and out of trouble, despite alcohol and drugs being ramped amongst my peers. I had always been ADD until I was 15 when some doctors in Iowa City ran some tests and said it was a rare form of Autism called Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified or PDD-NOS.
I did well in highschool, though distractions of bullying and trying different medications to help with my PDD would cause problems. I took metals shop, where I found a love of MIG welding. Despite being good at it, I never did weld again. Despite wanting to take an automotive class in collage, I got pressured in to drafting and virtual reality by my grandmother because it was on the Centerville campus. I wanted to not only further my welding prowess, but get away from my family. I wanted my space. Needless to say, I lost interest and ended up dropping out. I won't even begin to go in to my living situation at this time.
When I was young, I was Methodist. I went to bible school, and wondering the corridors of the church is still a vivid memory. I walked away from religion after high school, and renounced it permanently in 2008. I could deal with the lack of hard evidence, even the pick-and-choose philosophy, but I was sick of the hypocrisy. I would later hear stories of corruption and greed within the church, which sealed it. While I didn't officially 'come out', it wasn't a secret. All of my profiles online read ether 'atheist' or 'agnostic' (later would all read 'atheist'). I'm convinced it played a role in keeping me out of work here in Iowa's bible belt, where all the tall buildings are churches. Which brings me to another reason for leaving Christianity... ego.
I've been in three relationships. The first turned out only to want me because I had a car, while the other two ended peacefully. True, they both had a chance to work out, but at the time it just wasn't meant to be. The last one ended in '08, and I would be alone ever since. I got depressed, and on a few occasions nearly lost my sanity, saved only by a recently acquired taste for heavy metal and a few supportive furries.
I always had an underpinning desire to be a hero. I was sick of hearing about the evils of the world, even witnessing the lesser forms all around me, and not being able to do a damn thing. Being a scrawny guy (although strong for my size), I was never a fighter, but I did end up learning parkour. It offered a stress relief, and gave confidence that I had the ability to take action in a bad situation. I was good at running, but now I knew how to fly.
It takes a long time to know me. I rarely have anything to say, so I rarely talk. I'm also a tad skittish, so I tend to keep my distance. Even today I'm terrified of starting a conversation, especially over the phone. I'm slowly getting better, but I'm still lonely. I still have chronic writer's block.
My journey continues...