Okay, well, maybe not total enlightenment, but that was the most life changing event for me. Ever since I started following the path to enlightenment, my life has been rather pleasant.
There have been a couple events in my life that have significantly changed mine.
The first one was finally leaving my mother's house, to live full time with my father last September. I did this after putting up with abuse for years.
The second one would realizing some things about my personality. This occurred over the last year.
Getting bullied for the first 3 years of high school.
By the people I had called my 'friends' in primary school.
How fantastic that was.
Pretty much made me hate everyone I met since then until they prove to me that they aren't assholes.
I have that to blame for the low esteem I hold humanity in now.
The day I picked up a guitar for the first time. Damn that was an awesome day.
Oh, and also the time I caught my girlfriend fucking some dude in our bed. I got home from work early. She didn't expect me to be home early....Yep. I'll never trust another person like I trusted her. I'll surely never make the mistake of dating again.
i don't think i have any dramatic life changing story, my education in philosophy has changed my life, though i don't know if it was for better or for worse.
Ever had your life change completely because of one event, or maybe a chain of events? What was it? Was it for better or for worse? Do you like how your life is now?
As for me...
Ok so, in fourth grade, I was madly in love with my only girl friend. I had recently become friends with this guy, and he was pretty cool. Rich, but he wasn't a prick. Every week his grandmother would bring in a huge pizza for our lunch table. Me, being lower middle class, envied him, and he'd give me games for free.
So me and this kid are pretty tight, when one day, the girl I love, comes crying to me, telling me he threatened to rape her. She had told the teacher that he stole from her desk, and after school he told her he was going to follow her home, stalk her, come in when she was asleep, beat her and rape her repeatedly. Mortified, I told my parents, and they told her mother. She called the police, and the police DIDN'T FUCKING CARE.
So I'm in school and I start ignoring him, and one day he asks me what's the deal, and I tell him I'm pissed at him for what he said to her. He tries to change the story like he thought rape meant take your money, but I knew full well he knew what it meant; his cousin was a well known rapist in the town. I start drifting apart from the kid.
Jump ahead to the next year. He's in my class again, and I hate it. After a while, I switch to a different class. Then I hear he's been talking shit about my parents, and that got me pissed off. I went off in a full blown rage in the middle of the hallway and had to get dragged to the guidance office, where I was locked for the rest of the day. I was later transferred back to the old class, and another kid who my "friend" had tortured came to me.. He says, "Chris, I have an idea. We make a website and tell people the truth about him. Then nobody will listen to him, and we'll be free from the hurt, man."
When I was younger, I used to give in to peer pressure easily, and then he says, "Man, I know what he did to you and Em. You can get back at him with this!" That sent me over and I agreed to it. We made the website, and put all the shit we knew about him, and then we swore to keep it quiet and let people find it. But the next day, the idiot talks about it to his cousin, and the kid hears about it. He comes over to me and asks me about it, and I deny it.
Weeks later, my parents find out, and I am in deep shit. Soon the school starts intervening, and starts calling me the worst shit to ever enter the building, when in fact they had told me before I was one of the place's top students ever.
People start punching me in the hallways, throwing stuff at me, stabbing me with pens and pencils. People start threatening me and telling me to go kill myself.
I transfer to a new school and get away...until I hear my friend got in a fight with the teacher. The teacher decided to tell the whole class about it, and my friend gets up and says that she has no right to tell them about it, and the teacher slaps him across the face. But it worked, people stopped talking...I still owe him, and he says I don't.
I come back the next year, and people start threatening me again. I was walking once when I got jumped. Stabbed, punched, kicked and cut all over. Nobody believed my side of the story, and the girl I loved was upset with me. I told her I had done it for her...she told me she loved me, kissed me, then walked away, and has never talked to me since.
I am emotionally and physically scarred because of that, and people still attack me over it, and that was almost 5 years ago. Whenever someone brings it up, I want to grab their throat and make them shut up.
Oh, and any thoughts on mine I'll welcome...I've never shared that story before.
Rape threats, in 4th grade? seriously? I barley knew what sex was in 4th grade!
Nontheless, very horrible story man.
My life changing story isnt even close to that:
When I was younger I was a very talented football player / athletic (for my age, I'm still pretty decent at sprinting and jumping though ).
Once after football training, however I felt that there was something wrong with my knee, and a few days later I wasnt able to properly walk up the stairs. My parents said it was probably nothing, but after one more week it had gotten just worse, I couldnt as much as bend my knee without it being horribly, horribly painful.
We finally went to a physiotherapist, and he told me I had [Insert some latin name I cannot remember]. He told me I was lucky if I was able to run again at the age of 19 (I was 12/13ish at the time). Realizing that I couldnt spend all day long playing football etc. I started gaming alot (I've grown up with video games, but you know... It was something I did if it was raining ALOT, or it was dark outside).
After 2 years the physiotherapist told me I could try myself at the football field again, my condition was all fucked (which you would expect from basically not running for two years). And I had really grew fond of gaming, so when the time had come I wasnt too bothered with getting back on top of my form again. I still played football for a year or two, but I didnt really practise anything outside football training as I had just lost my interest over the years. I just had to face the fact that I had gotten too lazy to train my condition up again.
So here I am, a happy gamer. I cant say that I'm unsatisfied with the choices I've made though.
Ever had your life change completely because of one event, or maybe a chain of events? What was it? Was it for better or for worse? Do you like how your life is now?
As for me...
Ok so, in fourth grade, I was madly in love with my only girl friend. I had recently become friends with this guy, and he was pretty cool. Rich, but he wasn't a prick. Every week his grandmother would bring in a huge pizza for our lunch table. Me, being lower middle class, envied him, and he'd give me games for free.
So me and this kid are pretty tight, when one day, the girl I love, comes crying to me, telling me he threatened to rape her. She had told the teacher that he stole from her desk, and after school he told her he was going to follow her home, stalk her, come in when she was asleep, beat her and rape her repeatedly. Mortified, I told my parents, and they told her mother. She called the police, and the police DIDN'T FUCKING CARE.
So I'm in school and I start ignoring him, and one day he asks me what's the deal, and I tell him I'm pissed at him for what he said to her. He tries to change the story like he thought rape meant take your money, but I knew full well he knew what it meant; his cousin was a well known rapist in the town. I start drifting apart from the kid.
Jump ahead to the next year. He's in my class again, and I hate it. After a while, I switch to a different class. Then I hear he's been talking shit about my parents, and that got me pissed off. I went off in a full blown rage in the middle of the hallway and had to get dragged to the guidance office, where I was locked for the rest of the day. I was later transferred back to the old class, and another kid who my "friend" had tortured came to me.. He says, "Chris, I have an idea. We make a website and tell people the truth about him. Then nobody will listen to him, and we'll be free from the hurt, man."
When I was younger, I used to give in to peer pressure easily, and then he says, "Man, I know what he did to you and Em. You can get back at him with this!" That sent me over and I agreed to it. We made the website, and put all the shit we knew about him, and then we swore to keep it quiet and let people find it. But the next day, the idiot talks about it to his cousin, and the kid hears about it. He comes over to me and asks me about it, and I deny it.
Weeks later, my parents find out, and I am in deep shit. Soon the school starts intervening, and starts calling me the worst shit to ever enter the building, when in fact they had told me before I was one of the place's top students ever.
People start punching me in the hallways, throwing stuff at me, stabbing me with pens and pencils. People start threatening me and telling me to go kill myself.
I transfer to a new school and get away...until I hear my friend got in a fight with the teacher. The teacher decided to tell the whole class about it, and my friend gets up and says that she has no right to tell them about it, and the teacher slaps him across the face. But it worked, people stopped talking...I still owe him, and he says I don't.
I come back the next year, and people start threatening me again. I was walking once when I got jumped. Stabbed, punched, kicked and cut all over. Nobody believed my side of the story, and the girl I loved was upset with me. I told her I had done it for her...she told me she loved me, kissed me, then walked away, and has never talked to me since.
I am emotionally and physically scarred because of that, and people still attack me over it, and that was almost 5 years ago. Whenever someone brings it up, I want to grab their throat and make them shut up.
Oh, and any thoughts on mine I'll welcome...I've never shared that story before.
Rape threats, in 4th grade? seriously? I barley knew what sex was in 4th grade!
Nontheless, very horrible story man.
My life changing story isnt even close to that:
When I was younger I was a very talented football player / athletic (for my age, I'm still pretty decent at sprinting and jumping though ).
Once after football training, however I felt that there was something wrong with my knee, and a few days later I wasnt able to properly walk up the stairs. My parents said it was probably nothing, but after one more week it had gotten just worse, I couldnt as much as bend my knee without it being horribly, horribly painful.
We finally went to a physiotherapist, and he told me I had [Insert some latin name I cannot remember]. He told me I was lucky if I was able to run again at the age of 19 (I was 12/13ish at the time). Realizing that I couldnt spend all day long playing football etc. I started gaming alot (I've grown up with video games, but you know... It was something I did if it was raining ALOT, or it was dark outside).
After 2 years the physiotherapist told me I could try myself at the football field again, my condition was all fucked (which you would expect from basically not running for two years). And I had really grew fond of gaming, so when the time had come I wasnt too bothered with getting back on top of my form again. I still played football for a year or two, but I didnt really practise anything outside football training as I had just lost my interest over the years. I just had to face the fact that I had gotten too lazy to train my condition up again.
So here I am, a happy gamer. I cant say that I'm unsatisfied with the choices I've made though.
Yeah, we're a small town, and you find out things fast. Our water supply is tainted, and many believe that is why our kids hit puberty at ages 8 and 9 here.
[/quote]School didn't believe it. But, the principal, two teachers and the counselor stood against me when the website was brought to court, and they all got fired.[/quote]
Typical bloodly school, bunch of pricks. And what Em still hasn't talked to you??
Probably moving out and having to except real responsibility, not to mention learning the hard way how to balance a budget and to put work before play.
Seems like the most losertastic answer ever, but it DID change my life. If I'd never gotten into Sailor Moon (and all that came after it), I would never have taken up writing, and for however vivid my imagination is, I can't even begin to comprehend a world where I never wrote any stories. I don't have a lot of friends as it is, but I think I'd be somehow even lonelier if I didn't have characters and plots to think of. My writing is what keeps me sane. And it all started in the realm of shitty Sailor Moon fanfiction.
Of course this all makes me a complete loser, but hey, a tiger can't change her stripes. XD
In the past year (meaning like, since January) I've finally started to figure out the "get some clue about what people are really feeling and if they're lying based on what's going on with their facial muscles" thing, and that's had a big impact too.
Oh, because if they were at the same time, I was gonna say that you should not love pixels. Heheh. But good on you mate, love is great till it bites your ass.
I moved from a small town into a large one and became a complete outcast whose only social interaction was online. Learned true loneliness. Thought of people as things extremely different from myself that are used to meet my ends.
Then met a teacher that fixed all of that. I owe her my soul. Taught me to love humankind all over again and regain my childhood desire of righting the wrongs of the world. Ended up killing my passion for science though I certainly have the mind for it.
Also realized I was gay. Stopped feeling like a complete freak. Fit myself in with a community of humans for once in my life. I still remember in detail the first lesbian porn I watched ^^
Also renounced atheism and became a theist and discovered my severe phobia of failure. Yeah, these have been an eventful last two years.
Learning that I am no longer capable of feeling anything for other people. Or perhaps this: holding a metaphorical gun to my head, only to throw it away a fraction before pulling the equally metaphorical trigger while laughing manically at how stupid the whole situation was.
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