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| Your Life Sucks: Part I |
I grew up in a little city (not as little anymore as it keeps expanding more and more and adding more and more pointless shit to it) that's about 60 miles south of Atlanta. People from the ages of about 14-30 affectionately call this place "Trap County" although that is not the name of the actual county. We all feel this place is a trap. You can move away as many times as you want, but for some reason this town we love to hate sucks us all back in. I have not had the opportunity to leave yet due to not really growing up in a wealthy family.
I was born on March 18, 1987. Yes, that's my real birthday and twenty-two (22 for you idiots who can't do the math) is my real age. I don't know all the details of when I was born because who really remembers that far back? I just know my mom had a caesarean section and out I came.
My parents had been together seven years before I came along. My father's brother died two years before I was born and it never left my father and took a toll on him for the remainder of his life. He never got over it, his mom never got over it, his dad never got over it. My father and his brother were born to an idiotic mother who cared about no one but herself and an idiotic alcoholic father who also cared about no one but himself. I know I praise the virtue of selfishness, but when you have children I think you should put them first. Again, it sounds hypocritical of me since I hate children. No, I do not like children but I think if you want to have them you need to learn how to raise them, but I digress. My dad started drinking at age twelve and would struggle with alcoholism as well as abusing cocaine.
My mom is another story. My mother was raised in a loving, Christian home. Although loving, they were strict when it came to their beliefs and they still are. I have very different views than they do now, but I don't feel like arguing with them so they are the only ones I keep my mouth shut around when it comes to religion and its flaws. My mom is the youngest of three daughters. Her oldest sister is thirteen (13) years older than she and the second oldest is nine (9) years older than she. My grandfather is a veteran of WWII and although our beliefs differ, he is one of the few I look up to due to him being more of a father to me than my actual father. My grandmother is a loving woman, but also very unforgiving if you do something hurtful toward her or those she loves. She gets annoyed by things easily from time to time, unlike my grandfather who has always been a patient person.
Is anyone still reading this? I'm not even sure why I'm writing it.
I was born with hydrocephalus (hydrosnuffawhat? Don't worry, I'll explain.) What this means is basically that my cerebrospinal fluid does not properly drain and more than the normal amount accumulates in my brain. My first surgery to fix this problem was when I was a month old. I would have seizures and just act abnormally (this is all coming from what my mom recollects and has told me since I don't really remember what I was doing at age one month.) I had surgery where a shunt was inserted to drain the fluid out.
Shall I continue?
Kyle (Another Dead Hero)
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