the great book of random! p2

About The Author

Thing's You May not know about me.

I like to take my time with things, because do not like to feel rushed, but I also love good motivation. Like food for instance, or for a friend to enjoy something I made.

I'm very good at visualisation, and can multitask several mental capabilities and thought processes at once. This however has a tendency of slowing me right down physically.

I know true terror. What it means to be so scared that you can't even move.

You know nothing about my family tree nor my family history. I won't elaborate either, it's too complicated... And you may be able to trace it back to me.

Eventually.

I really dislike the colour pink. I use to have some pretty outlandish nightmares about the colour.

From pre-primary to high school graduation, I experienced several different levels of intensity in being bullied. The pent up frustration left me with terrible anger issues by the first year of high school, where I finally got some counselling over my emotional issues and my lack of social skills.

When I was younger, I was isolated from other's a lot of the time... People betrayed me out right when all I really wanted was a friend to understand me.

However, I eventually drew the conclusion that no one will ever understand me. After all, who'd even want to? Over time, I realised it wasn't that they didn't want to, it was that they just could not.

I remember having a teacher, I'd tell them about my problems with being bullied, however... They would just tell me to get tougher, and tell the bully's off.

In primary school I once beat up someone who bullied me, badly. As a result, I feared myself. The boy was twice my size, and I was just... A lazy artist who was only good at running away. So... Yeah.

The look in that teacher's eyes back then told me something that words could never. All she saw was a kid surrounded by children. All she heard where the words, not the story.

She could not hear me. She did not see me. She never listened, I felt both insulted and stupid for thinking other wise.

After all, when I was much younger, I was diagnosed with autism.

So I suppose it's natural for everyone to both underestimate and overestimate me... Simultaneously.

I'm not including certain details for a reason, some experiences are better left a mystery to you all. If any of you read this at all.

I'm not interested in love, at least not on a personal level. I read about it because I don't completely understand what it entails, that and there are seemingly only romance involved fanfiction... I feel love, but it's platonic. I just don't get romantic feelings.

The closest thing to it is my almost obsessive love towards Starscream but even that is only love of the character. It isn't nearly as intense as what a stalker go's through.

I'm not heartless, just in some ways emotionally inept. I understand people, but only to a point. I don't usually write about myself, to be frank although I don't hate myself, I just see myself as another person.

I have likes and dislikes, I have troubles, I also know how to find piece.

Anyone can do it. Everyone has these things. Yet the arrangement or understanding of such things very clearly, situations are unequal.

But, with out our differences, we would never be people. And with out our similarities we would never be able to relate to anyone.

So, yeah... I guess with out those variables, no one would dare think of a future, not at all.

Thanks for reading that.