Am I about to get way too personal in this chapter? Yes, undoubtedly so. But mistakes are what I'm made of. So everyone boards the USS bad life decisions, destination an early death.
I was born under the star of... well not a star, more like a black hole really, only these spatial phenomena could birth the creature I am. The defining characteristic of my early life is an irony so poetic I would have laughed if it happened to anyone else.
You see, unlike the average zoomer (yes, despite being a fossil, I'm still a zoomer), I don't resent my parents. Ever since I spent the last bit of emotional currency I held, my approach to life is "It is what it is", which defines a fair bit of my personality.
With all that in mind, I don't think anyone can do worse parenting than my parents without trying. My early life has been me getting ping-ponged to most of the extended family while both parents went to work, and if you read even a WikiHow article on child rearing, you know that this is the worst way to raise a baby.
And then they went ahead and had a second one, and did every mistake they didn't do with me and went with the overprotective route. So he pretty much went and ruined the school part of my life by being a loud and violent prick where I just want to grill for God's sake.
And so my mother went and worked for the government as a babysitter-ish kind of job. That's the punchline, not only is she spreading the trend of parents not being parents in a child's most important period, but she's even doing a good job at it. My life's purpose was to be an internship for a job. You can laugh now, but when I realized that I was devastated.
Well, you know what they say, neglect isn't as bad as abuse and at least I wasn't abused.
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I'm not opening that can of worms.
Now I know what you might want to ask. "Stuff, you devilishly handsome bastard, how can such a rough childhood create the unfathomably red pilled fellow you currently are?" Well, you are probably the kindest voice in my head and I don't deserve you.
But to answer that question, trust issues, antisocial behavior and a whole lot of Internet culture, this is the cocktail that creates everyone's favorite war criminal. But that answer leads me too far from the point so I'll go back to talking about my life.
Go back to the days I was ending primary school, back during better times™ where I was with the teacher who would be the one I consider the closest thing to an actual good parent. Back at the time where teachers were allowed to be good instead of just making you swallow some mindless propaganda.
His teaching method was honestly the best thing that came out of a school, basically he gave you on Monday the work of the entire week, there'd be some time for lessons and PE and if you finished the whole thing, you were allowed to just chill. There were even days where you could bring your console, and Mario Kart competitions were going filthy.
Easily the best years of my life. This guy had everything figured out, a point based justice system where you were encouraged to help out and where conflicts were settled pretty peacefully (looking back on it, this system was horrible, can't believe I lost points because some fuckers put a crab in my bottle and threw it into the sea.)
The best part was that he was the only teacher who actually encouraged creativity by letting the last hour of the day be about things that the kids wanted to do, granted they announced it in the morning. Honestly, the day we'll change the school system, I want him to be at the forefront of the effort.
All those words to say, this teacher's probably the only reason I'm as free spirited as I am. And also the best thing to exist in some of the worst parts of the country, he doesn't deserve to be put in the drug ridden, crime enjoying hell hole I was raised in.
