Most of my srs threads go in OtH because I don't know where else to put them and it seems roight propa.
Here's one.
I want to know what have you done in life that makes you feel successful, unsuccessful, or otherwise.
No fanfare. No cringe responses. No satire. No NOTHING. Just tell me in a paragraph, where you feel you are in life, where you feel you ought to be, and where you perhaps were. I will clearly lead by example of what I mean. If you want to participate tyhank you in advance if you don't please die in a well where you can sustain yourself for many months off the water and bugs down there assuming its a near empty well or something, then just die.
Here's my paragraph:
I had a good childhood. I was raised by two heterosexual parents that loved me and raised me like many parents raise a lone kid, I played sports, I was active, I never yearned for anything that I couldn't get. As I got into my upper teenage years, I dabbled in drugs and alcohol, always a curious person I needed to know. I spent the next 8 years in and out of a cumulative 12-15 different forms of incarceration facilities, whether it be jail, prison, treatment centers, halfway houses, or otherwise. My life has been a shitshow, and since that shitshow ended under the "justice system", I've spent a large remainder of the time being depressed. But I am now coming out of that once again, it only feels like a glimmer, but I'm a lot happier than I even was 6 months ago. I want to do something, I want to WRITE, and I will.
that's my ¶
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Not gonna' post my life story but i'll just comment on what you said about always being curious. I think this is a problem with kids these days. They aren't very curious about things [insert pedo joke here]. Like, when i was young, i always wanted to know how the world works and why people act and think the way they do. I get the idea kids these days aren't really like that. Or maybe when we were kids we were already different than most people and are just curious by nature and the general population just isn't. Hmm, come to think of it, i think that may be the case.
I was a gifted kid. I got my MSc degree at a very early age and entered the working world. I successfully built up pan as agency. And now I am where I am.
You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others.
Other kids could be cruel. They'd call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chomsky-honk. Did you know there's over eighty-seven combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way.
Life... life... life...
Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. Dyke!
But then I felt something in my gut... The palpable suspicion that I had a deeper calling in life... life... life. So I sought out the wisdom of the ancients, exploring the spirit realm of the soul.
One day, tragedy struck. I was groping enlightenment in my bedroom, and before you could scream "murder by arson," our house was on fire. Couldn't save my parents. Coroner ruled it a simple case of death by mysterious fire, but I always sensed that there was something fishy about it. Needless to say, my so-called father was a scientist in some top secret capacity I've yet to unveil.
So now I wander the country, looking for the man who killed my father and, I suppose, seeking answers to less tangible questions of life... life... life. If I help a few folks along the way, so be it.
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You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others.
Other kids could be cruel. They'd call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chomsky-honk. Did you know there's over eighty-seven combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way.
Life… life… life…
Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. Dyke!
But then I felt something in my gut… The palpable suspicion that I had a deeper calling in life… life… life. So I sought out the wisdom of the ancients, exploring the spirit realm of the soul.
One day, tragedy struck. I was groping enlightenment in my bedroom, and before you could scream "murder by arson," our house was on fire. Couldn't save my parents. Coroner ruled it a simple case of death by mysterious fire, but I always sensed that there was something fishy about it. Needless to say, my so-called father was a scientist in some top secret capacity I've yet to unveil.
So now I wander the country, looking for the man who killed my father and, I suppose, seeking answers to less tangible questions of life… life… life. If I help a few folks along the way, so be it.
Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it." – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
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Hii girls :) need some advice. Some things about me. My name is bling 1. I'm a guy. So I have a penis (yes yes a little accident during registration...)So I'd really like a vagina. I even prayed for one when I was a kid (just for a little while actually) but God didn't grant my wish ;( .So here are reasons.2. The associated set of boobs would be great :) 3. Vaginas seem to generate more attention 4. They are more aerodynamic, take less space, less sensitive to shocks, more ergonomic (if that makes any sense)... look better...5. that goey stuff that comes out of it looks awesome. As long as it doesn't look like stuff that would come out of your nose... it sometimes does...6. You can hide things in your vagina XDDDD 7. Vaginas get a lot of attention. Yet there are lots of penises out there desperate for attention and not getting any...like uhm me :( 8. I think id like being a girl more. I already wear dresses but that ewwy thing gets in the way. Thought about cutting it off before...pls help dont criticize
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Originally posted by bling bling
Hii girls :) need some advice. Some things about me. My name is bling 1. I'm a guy. So I have a penis (yes yes a little accident during registration…)So I'd really like a vagina. I even prayed for one when I was a kid (just for a little while actually) but God didn't grant my wish ;( .So here are reasons.2. The associated set of boobs would be great :) 3. Vaginas seem to generate more attention 4. They are more aerodynamic, take less space, less sensitive to shocks, more ergonomic (if that makes any sense)… look better…5. that goey stuff that comes out of it looks awesome. As long as it doesn't look like stuff that would come out of your nose… it sometimes does…6. You can hide things in your vagina XDDDD 7. Vaginas get a lot of attention. Yet there are lots of penises out there desperate for attention and not getting any…like uhm me :( 8. I think id like being a girl more. I already wear dresses but that ewwy thing gets in the way. Thought about cutting it off before…pls help dont criticize
If you actually posted that on some girl forum good job.
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Originally posted by Enter
Life… life… life…
You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others.
Other kids could be cruel. They'd call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chomsky-honk. Did you know there's over eighty-seven combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way.
Life… life… life…
Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. Dyke!
But then I felt something in my gut… The palpable suspicion that I had a deeper calling in life… life… life. So I sought out the wisdom of the ancients, exploring the spirit realm of the soul.
One day, tragedy struck. I was groping enlightenment in my bedroom, and before you could scream "murder by arson," our house was on fire. Couldn't save my parents. Coroner ruled it a simple case of death by mysterious fire, but I always sensed that there was something fishy about it. Needless to say, my so-called father was a scientist in some top secret capacity I've yet to unveil.
So now I wander the country, looking for the man who killed my father and, I suppose, seeking answers to less tangible questions of life… life… life. If I help a few folks along the way, so be it.
This is from the first episode of XRA isnt it?
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