Dammit, even the chatgpt AI can pay for gold!Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Do you even Austin Powers, bro?Dammit, even the chatgpt AI can pay for gold!
This. I over thought everything and made it a terrible experience, and if I was braver and less narcissistic I would have gotten the girl I wanted, (she wanted me too which I didn't find out about for years, but I pushed her away because I just assumed she'd hate me so I justified it by "ending our friendship before she could", like a fucking idiot. I pushed friends away constantly, assuming they hated me, which of course caused them to as I was just paranoid and nuts. I wanted to do so much but I hated myself and I assumed everyone would just pick on me, betray me eventually, or that they only wanted to make me believe we were friends so they could humiliate me later somehow, so I just kind of ruined everything for myself. I started taking it easy and having fun later though, and these days I'm a fairly relaxed guy....well, for the most part. Unfortunately, it's heart breaking to see some signs of that same insecurity cropping up in my daughter as she gets older, so I'm trying my best to try to keep that from getting any worse in her.Could've been great. Should've been great.
Wasn't great.