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Ok, the topic might have been alil extreme, but i could not find anything better.
Some of you guys play this game alot these days. I wanted to share a story. As you know i'm not an English Major, so if you are unable to read, go ahead fix it and repost it for me. I apologize in advance.
I will tell you guys one important thing. Some of you don't have a big brother and some don't have a father (You fatherless brother-less assholes!). Guys usually aren't close to their mothers unless they are gay, so i didn't bother mentioning that. So yea, have you ever wondered if you have a life? my story might help you figure it out. If you can read it (Typing skills are pretty bad lulz)
I was the man in middle school. People used to fear my name. I used to push people around and i even managed to make kids cry by calling them ugly and all sorts of horrible things. I considered myself a gift to the world put on by god himself (No he isn't female gawd), to police and govern all the other middle schoolers. I'd hit on every chick i could see in sight, and i would get away with things no one else could. Besides my two close friends (Who were the most popular along with me) everyone either hated me, or liked me because i will make life hell for them otherwise. I used to get A + in every single class and I considered the dumb kids to be some kind of dirty disease, that needed to be eliminated. I was at the top of the world my friend.
Then my parents had to move to another neighborhood for a 6 month time frame. It was a new place and very ghetto-ish. I dressed up way different than everyone else and people used to consider me "different. Then one day at the bus top, i got beat up by some gang members (black dudes) in a rough part of NYC. I was bleeding and even though there were fifty people at the bus stop, no one tried to stop it. All i did was hold the guy's hand who was trying to shove it in my pocket.
My parents moved to another place. I had few friends there, but i could never get on the same page as the others. I wasn't popular anymore. I started playing a lot of games and "staying home". Those four years of high school went by like it was four weeks. I would usually sleep through all my classes and i was doing average or below average in all my classes. Hell I'd even eat in the library and sleep there. There were hot nerdy chicks there though so it wasn't so bad.
I was no longer concerned with looking good, i wouldn't exactly be interested in getting the haircuts i wanted or dress up the way i wanted. I'd just go in, get my hair cut and get some baggy ghetto clothes that represented my past community. During senior year, my best friend died in an accident too. It felt like i lost any feelings or emotions i had. I was basically a walking skeleton who would stay up all night and then sleep walk all day. I had like 60 cuts per year average.
I tore FFXI a new asshole. There was a point where i hit 70-75 in two days. Me and few others used to party 12 hrs a day or more. 14 hrs was average for me. I always felt like i was some loser scum bag, and if i died, no one would even give a shit. People would pick fights on me (I just felt like all my power was taken away) but i still wouldn't hit back. There was this Asian kid who thought he was some gangster. He'd always come in the library and ask me "Yooo You want thu fightthh!??". I'd say no and he'd like push me or something and walk away. High school was basically hell for me, besides few moments here and there. I actually liked my teachers a lot ironically, but there was a time when I'd get suspended every other day.
I'd wait all day to be back home. When i would come home i couldn't wait to get on my computer and log on FFXI. /wave to all my online friends. Crack some jokes and maybe fuck with an NM Botter or two. Yes i hated you P but it was fun. Since i was a warrior the invites were rare back in the day. Warrior was considered a DD that couldn't really deal damage. I'd go days without talking to anyone and i reached a point where forget a girl, even if a guy asked me something, I'd stare at their face point blank and wouldn't know what to say. I always thought i had no life and all those people who said mmorpg gamers have no life were right. I was always rude to my parents too. If it was going rough in FFXI I'd be frustrated in real life.
Then someone flamed me on the flame board and it introduced me to qcdn. I was flamed for not having haubergeon and the thread starter was a Black Mage. He started bashing the warrior job and i basically spent a whole month trying to defend it. I even became more decisive about being the best, and showing all the dick heads, that i was going to beat them at their own game even with everyone hating me. I got rank 10 and dynamis access and Sky and sea and all that crap. Even hit 75 before alot of people. Basically i was ahead of most of the douche bags, and all of a sudden, i had no reason to be as hardcore anymore.
Then i got my breakthrough. I did retardedly insanely well on my SAT exam, even after studying for a whole 5 minutes. I swear to God, i only opened the book 5 mins before my SAT exam to look at some key terms, and then i just closed it. I knew that i was never going to study for that crap. I took the ride with my cousin who had taken PSAT exams and SAT courses. I even did better than him. I'm not going to mention my score because i don't remember the exact number even.
I got admission into a very prestigious / good University. And now i was living five hours away from home. Living on campus with four other kids was like a dream come true. At the beginning i seemed like an asshole and arrogant at best, but we all started getting along really well. My closest friend was this crazy kid, who was later kicked off campus for posting nazi symbols on campus walls, when he was high, shroomed, drunk and drugged up. It was funny because he was jewish himself. He even tried choking me once and talked to me in hebrew. I did like him for some odd reason though. He was just a confused fellow
Anyways him and me would pre-game hardcore every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Yes i was partying four days a week. If my friends couldn't go out, i would drink and then go out with random people and hang out with them. I would shave my balls, shave my ass, shave my face, make all sorts of gay hairstyles, and with my 4 homies, we crashed parties like no tomorrow. We'd go to these sororities where I'd have girls feed me with their hands and i'd be drunk out of my mind.
Every frat brother had my number and they wanted to recruit me the next year. Even though I'm not a big fellow myself, i did keg stands in at least every single party, just because booze flowing through my veins was like a super power that turned me into something i always wanted to me. But little did i know that every action has an equal but opposite reaction.
After a whole year of non stop partying. i ended up flunking in every class. I had the lowest GPA my counselor had ever seen. Along with all that partying i was still playing games every now and then on week days. The school could have expelled me, but they gave me academic probation for a whole year.
I decided that now i was going to live off campus and get back in. But that only made things worse. Instead of just drinking on weekends, I'd even smoke weed on weekdays since there was no one who could stop me. Hell the bars were walking distance from me now. I was getting fucked up everyday. I even had my own place to fuck bitches sleep and tell them to gtfo in the morning.
Then came the bad news. My mom called me one day and she was crying on the phone. Prior to coming back on campus, i had taken a blood test. She didn't tell me what it was, she just said it was bad and i needed to talk to my doctor back home. When i met with my doctor, he told me i had an abnormally high amounts of enzyme SGOT in my blood stream. Which meant that my liver was literally spilling out tiny particles as it crumbles to nothing. At that stage of alcoholism, the liver takes alot of damage and usually a person can die after a short amount of time.
I was angry at myself and i was angry at God. I was angry at God because even though i was a drinker, i always had good intentions towards others. There were moments where i could have raped some hot girls that very drunk out of their minds, but instead i actually guarded their bathroom doors. There were times when i could have taken advantage of people, but instead i let them take advantage of me. I always prioritized people and their feelings over money and things. But here i was facing a death sentence by a disease that no other mean asshole ever gets.
Even though my parents wanted me to stay with them. I was adamant in going back to my university town (I was living in same town but in a house - since i was suspended). Instead of stopping drinking i was still partying hardcore. I was just waiting to die.
One day i had so much to drink that i puked in the bus, puked all the way to this house party, and then i drank some more. By the time i was done drinking, i had taken a shower and was walking around butt naked. I ended up passing right next to the shitter in the girls bathroom. I was literally right under the toilet paper roll. I could see girls walk in, piss, say a curse or two towards me, or feel bad at me.
But i was sitting on the bathroom floor with my eyes wide open, and my face emotion-less thinking, is this the life that i always wanted to have. Is this the life i never had. I this the life that everyone wants?. I think i had more life before when i would watch movies on my computer and play games all day.
I mean i did enjoy the friends i have right now, but the crazy life was just too taxing on me. I didn't have much long to think. I ended up passing out.
One of my friends had the courage to pull my drunk naked ass out of that shit hole and take me to their suite. I took another shower in a hallucinated state and went to sleep in some sheets; they usually use to block the marijuana smoke from going outside.
People might tell you that you have no life because you play games too much or you do things in a different way. But that's not true. Life is about what you "like" doing, not what you are suppose to do, by standards put in place by others. I'm a clean person now and i drink maybe once a month. I got back in the university by getting good grades in the second semester.
I don't plan to quit gaming or quit partying, but i don't plan to over do it. If it didn't work out, maybe i will change it. And o yea, it turns out that the Sgot i had in my blood was a spike caused by this skin lotion i was using for a rash in my lower back. The rash went away but the effects showed up on my blood test. I am perfectly healthy now. So yea, you live once, do what you want to do, otherwise you will regret not doing it just because you felt like others didn't approve of it.
Some of you guys play this game alot these days. I wanted to share a story. As you know i'm not an English Major, so if you are unable to read, go ahead fix it and repost it for me. I apologize in advance.
I will tell you guys one important thing. Some of you don't have a big brother and some don't have a father (You fatherless brother-less assholes!). Guys usually aren't close to their mothers unless they are gay, so i didn't bother mentioning that. So yea, have you ever wondered if you have a life? my story might help you figure it out. If you can read it (Typing skills are pretty bad lulz)
I was the man in middle school. People used to fear my name. I used to push people around and i even managed to make kids cry by calling them ugly and all sorts of horrible things. I considered myself a gift to the world put on by god himself (No he isn't female gawd), to police and govern all the other middle schoolers. I'd hit on every chick i could see in sight, and i would get away with things no one else could. Besides my two close friends (Who were the most popular along with me) everyone either hated me, or liked me because i will make life hell for them otherwise. I used to get A + in every single class and I considered the dumb kids to be some kind of dirty disease, that needed to be eliminated. I was at the top of the world my friend.
Then my parents had to move to another neighborhood for a 6 month time frame. It was a new place and very ghetto-ish. I dressed up way different than everyone else and people used to consider me "different. Then one day at the bus top, i got beat up by some gang members (black dudes) in a rough part of NYC. I was bleeding and even though there were fifty people at the bus stop, no one tried to stop it. All i did was hold the guy's hand who was trying to shove it in my pocket.
My parents moved to another place. I had few friends there, but i could never get on the same page as the others. I wasn't popular anymore. I started playing a lot of games and "staying home". Those four years of high school went by like it was four weeks. I would usually sleep through all my classes and i was doing average or below average in all my classes. Hell I'd even eat in the library and sleep there. There were hot nerdy chicks there though so it wasn't so bad.
I was no longer concerned with looking good, i wouldn't exactly be interested in getting the haircuts i wanted or dress up the way i wanted. I'd just go in, get my hair cut and get some baggy ghetto clothes that represented my past community. During senior year, my best friend died in an accident too. It felt like i lost any feelings or emotions i had. I was basically a walking skeleton who would stay up all night and then sleep walk all day. I had like 60 cuts per year average.
I tore FFXI a new asshole. There was a point where i hit 70-75 in two days. Me and few others used to party 12 hrs a day or more. 14 hrs was average for me. I always felt like i was some loser scum bag, and if i died, no one would even give a shit. People would pick fights on me (I just felt like all my power was taken away) but i still wouldn't hit back. There was this Asian kid who thought he was some gangster. He'd always come in the library and ask me "Yooo You want thu fightthh!??". I'd say no and he'd like push me or something and walk away. High school was basically hell for me, besides few moments here and there. I actually liked my teachers a lot ironically, but there was a time when I'd get suspended every other day.
I'd wait all day to be back home. When i would come home i couldn't wait to get on my computer and log on FFXI. /wave to all my online friends. Crack some jokes and maybe fuck with an NM Botter or two. Yes i hated you P but it was fun. Since i was a warrior the invites were rare back in the day. Warrior was considered a DD that couldn't really deal damage. I'd go days without talking to anyone and i reached a point where forget a girl, even if a guy asked me something, I'd stare at their face point blank and wouldn't know what to say. I always thought i had no life and all those people who said mmorpg gamers have no life were right. I was always rude to my parents too. If it was going rough in FFXI I'd be frustrated in real life.
Then someone flamed me on the flame board and it introduced me to qcdn. I was flamed for not having haubergeon and the thread starter was a Black Mage. He started bashing the warrior job and i basically spent a whole month trying to defend it. I even became more decisive about being the best, and showing all the dick heads, that i was going to beat them at their own game even with everyone hating me. I got rank 10 and dynamis access and Sky and sea and all that crap. Even hit 75 before alot of people. Basically i was ahead of most of the douche bags, and all of a sudden, i had no reason to be as hardcore anymore.
Then i got my breakthrough. I did retardedly insanely well on my SAT exam, even after studying for a whole 5 minutes. I swear to God, i only opened the book 5 mins before my SAT exam to look at some key terms, and then i just closed it. I knew that i was never going to study for that crap. I took the ride with my cousin who had taken PSAT exams and SAT courses. I even did better than him. I'm not going to mention my score because i don't remember the exact number even.
I got admission into a very prestigious / good University. And now i was living five hours away from home. Living on campus with four other kids was like a dream come true. At the beginning i seemed like an asshole and arrogant at best, but we all started getting along really well. My closest friend was this crazy kid, who was later kicked off campus for posting nazi symbols on campus walls, when he was high, shroomed, drunk and drugged up. It was funny because he was jewish himself. He even tried choking me once and talked to me in hebrew. I did like him for some odd reason though. He was just a confused fellow
Anyways him and me would pre-game hardcore every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Yes i was partying four days a week. If my friends couldn't go out, i would drink and then go out with random people and hang out with them. I would shave my balls, shave my ass, shave my face, make all sorts of gay hairstyles, and with my 4 homies, we crashed parties like no tomorrow. We'd go to these sororities where I'd have girls feed me with their hands and i'd be drunk out of my mind.
Every frat brother had my number and they wanted to recruit me the next year. Even though I'm not a big fellow myself, i did keg stands in at least every single party, just because booze flowing through my veins was like a super power that turned me into something i always wanted to me. But little did i know that every action has an equal but opposite reaction.
After a whole year of non stop partying. i ended up flunking in every class. I had the lowest GPA my counselor had ever seen. Along with all that partying i was still playing games every now and then on week days. The school could have expelled me, but they gave me academic probation for a whole year.
I decided that now i was going to live off campus and get back in. But that only made things worse. Instead of just drinking on weekends, I'd even smoke weed on weekdays since there was no one who could stop me. Hell the bars were walking distance from me now. I was getting fucked up everyday. I even had my own place to fuck bitches sleep and tell them to gtfo in the morning.
Then came the bad news. My mom called me one day and she was crying on the phone. Prior to coming back on campus, i had taken a blood test. She didn't tell me what it was, she just said it was bad and i needed to talk to my doctor back home. When i met with my doctor, he told me i had an abnormally high amounts of enzyme SGOT in my blood stream. Which meant that my liver was literally spilling out tiny particles as it crumbles to nothing. At that stage of alcoholism, the liver takes alot of damage and usually a person can die after a short amount of time.
I was angry at myself and i was angry at God. I was angry at God because even though i was a drinker, i always had good intentions towards others. There were moments where i could have raped some hot girls that very drunk out of their minds, but instead i actually guarded their bathroom doors. There were times when i could have taken advantage of people, but instead i let them take advantage of me. I always prioritized people and their feelings over money and things. But here i was facing a death sentence by a disease that no other mean asshole ever gets.
Even though my parents wanted me to stay with them. I was adamant in going back to my university town (I was living in same town but in a house - since i was suspended). Instead of stopping drinking i was still partying hardcore. I was just waiting to die.
One day i had so much to drink that i puked in the bus, puked all the way to this house party, and then i drank some more. By the time i was done drinking, i had taken a shower and was walking around butt naked. I ended up passing right next to the shitter in the girls bathroom. I was literally right under the toilet paper roll. I could see girls walk in, piss, say a curse or two towards me, or feel bad at me.
But i was sitting on the bathroom floor with my eyes wide open, and my face emotion-less thinking, is this the life that i always wanted to have. Is this the life i never had. I this the life that everyone wants?. I think i had more life before when i would watch movies on my computer and play games all day.
I mean i did enjoy the friends i have right now, but the crazy life was just too taxing on me. I didn't have much long to think. I ended up passing out.
One of my friends had the courage to pull my drunk naked ass out of that shit hole and take me to their suite. I took another shower in a hallucinated state and went to sleep in some sheets; they usually use to block the marijuana smoke from going outside.
People might tell you that you have no life because you play games too much or you do things in a different way. But that's not true. Life is about what you "like" doing, not what you are suppose to do, by standards put in place by others. I'm a clean person now and i drink maybe once a month. I got back in the university by getting good grades in the second semester.
I don't plan to quit gaming or quit partying, but i don't plan to over do it. If it didn't work out, maybe i will change it. And o yea, it turns out that the Sgot i had in my blood was a spike caused by this skin lotion i was using for a rash in my lower back. The rash went away but the effects showed up on my blood test. I am perfectly healthy now. So yea, you live once, do what you want to do, otherwise you will regret not doing it just because you felt like others didn't approve of it.
