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If I remember correctly, we were saying that our personalities are shaped by bullies at school while we are still fragile children. But I could be wrong.
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I was "lucky". Since the dominant guys were bigger and older than me, and I'd rather mess with teachers than with co-students who could break my nose, I took refuge in books. I lost social life and skills, and gained knowledge. Not wisdom, but knowledge. By third grade, I was consistently the nerd in class with the better grades. In Spain, we changed schools (to a High School equivalent) when we were 14 (13 in my case), and I kept getting the better grades until then. When we changed schools, almost no one from my old school went there, so I could build a new life without the backpack of being a nerd. Or so I thought. I failed miserably. Both in building a new life and in keeping great grades (they went from great to good in the first year, and to mediocre by the fourth). Enough to get into college and forget everything of my past.
In Spain, they tried to do something like the Vocational Test too. They told my brother that he was going to be a great engineer. He spent his whole working career as a waiter. He didn't enter college. He hated maths when the level advanced significantly in High School.I was advanced 1 year, never even saw the 1st grade class. Besides being born on the cutoff for enrollment, August, I was the youngest by almost 2 years. What made things slightly better was the fact that was usually the tallest. Also, up until 8th grade, I was usually the one with the highest grades. In 8th grade I had another depression episode, and my grades went down down down... I should have been retained, but was moved on, only to fail the next year. That's when the age gap started to go away. My grades never really recovered, I simply stopped caring about school. Never finished 12th grade, had no real interest in going to College...
Years later, I figured out that the decisive point was at the 9th grade. The government in an effort to make us do good decisions, instituted a Vocational Test to be had at the 9th grade. This was done by Psychologists hired for that task. When it was my turn, I had the misfortune of being late due to the Bus that I took broke down halfway. I was late by 10 minutes. Mr. Psychologist Extraordinaire decided to make an example out of me and refused to let me in and to even schedule me to another day. We argued, I have to say, I wasn't calm and told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him after his absolute refusal.
I reported him. No one did anything. So, I said, Fuck You All. To be honest my opinion of psychologists hasn't improved since. .|. to them all.
Yeah, I was wrong. Fucked up my life.
Wait... what were we talking about??? No, really...
FML
I guess that kind of test is "good" for people in the center of the Gaussian bell, but not for the outliers.
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I gotta say... I HATED school. I say this with absolute certainty, it was horrible ever since 1975 when I was brought to Portugal. Simply horrible. From 1975 to 1984, it was a nightmare. I never fit in with anyone. Hardly made any friends. 99% of my time was spent alone in the farthest place from everyone. I had nothing in common with them. I didn't like football (still don't) I wanted to talk about Philosophy, Ethics, History, Science, Fantasy and so on... They wanted to talk about cars, ballers, sports, how they wanted to fuck girls... I wrote stories, poetry and read 300 books/year (at minimum), they read the sports papers, if at all. I was stuck dealing with functioning idiots with no interest.
At 10th grade, I simply give up... went full Lone Wolf, let my hair grow, my beard went almost to my chest, wore mirrored sunglasses all year round. I simply turned inside and let it all go.
1983 was a great year. Girls got intrigued by my staying apart. Started to group around me. At least the interesting ones... the others I couldn't fucking care for.
Peace
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I actually graduated 2 years early. Growing up in Southern California in a house where it was me against my Mom and 6 sisters. I kinda did everything I could to get out of there. I spent most of my time either at the local library studying or at the beach. Don't get me wrong I love my Mom and sisters but back in 70's and 80's I avoided them as much as possible especially when their cycles synced. That's why I was happy when I got out. But I didn't go to college then I went strait into the military and didn't look back. I did take classes on base though and now have 2 master degree's. 1 in astronomy and the other in engineering. But here's the irony for you guy's. Yes I did everything to get out of that house with 7 women. Now I live in house with 7 more. My wife, daughters and family laugh at that little bit of karma.I was advanced 1 year, never even saw the 1st grade class. Besides being born on the cutoff for enrollment, August, I was the youngest by almost 2 years. What made things slightly better was the fact that was usually the tallest. Also, up until 8th grade, I was usually the one with the highest grades. In 8th grade I had another depression episode, and my grades went down down down... I should have been retained, but was moved on, only to fail the next year. That's when the age gap started to go away. My grades never really recovered, I simply stopped caring about school. Never finished 12th grade, had no real interest in going to College...
Years later, I figured out that the decisive point was at the 9th grade. The government in an effort to make us do good decisions, instituted a Vocational Test to be had at the 9th grade. This was done by Psychologists hired for that task. When it was my turn, I had the misfortune of being late due to the Bus that I took broke down halfway. I was late by 10 minutes. Mr. Psychologist Extraordinaire decided to make an example out of me and refused to let me in and to even schedule me to another day. We argued, I have to say, I wasn't calm and told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him after his absolute refusal.
I reported him. No one did anything. So, I said, Fuck You All. To be honest my opinion of psychologists hasn't improved since. .|. to them all.
Yeah, I was wrong. Fucked up my life.
Wait... what were we talking about??? No, really...
FML
gino.pilotino
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Well, this isn't exactly a bad story. You isolated yourself and made yourself mysterious, and when you were mysterious, the girls tried to discover the mystery. You were clever.I gotta say... I HATED school. I say this with absolute certainty, it was horrible ever since 1975 when I was brought to Portugal. Simply horrible. From 1975 to 1984, it was a nightmare. I never fit in with anyone. Hardly made any friends. 99% of my time was spent alone in the farthest place from everyone. I had nothing in common with them. I didn't like football (still don't) I wanted to talk about Philosophy, Ethics, History, Science, Fantasy and so on... They wanted to talk about cars, ballers, sports, how they wanted to fuck girls... I wrote stories, poetry and read 300 books/year (at minimum), they read the sports papers, if at all. I was stuck dealing with functioning idiots with no interest.
At 10th grade, I simply give up... went full Lone Wolf, let my hair grow, my beard went almost to my chest, wore mirrored sunglasses all year round. I simply turned inside and let it all go.
1983 was a great year. Girls got intrigued by my staying apart. Started to group around me. At least the interesting ones... the others I couldn't fucking care for.
Peace
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even trope??????????????? if you say so................... I think you peed outside the mug.
EDIT: However, I don't think I've ever wished anyone dead. I don't know. Maybe Hitler, but he was already dead when I thought it.
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I was referring to the pineapple pizza story/game you posted. Do we really need to stir that nonsense up again?
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And you had to wish death upon those who created the conditions that led to this situation?
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I deleted the post. You are taking the meaning way out of context.
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No offense but does this thread ever talk about the actual game
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98% of the timeNo offense but does this thread ever talk about the actual game
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I think you meant 2%........
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Let's talk about the game: With one scene (and a teaser) to write, the next update is on its way to the top spot (word-wise) ever.
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