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"Things that define you"

A lull in today's Waller-sized workload got me thinking - what things define you as a person? Bearing in mind that Pete and Bernie's Philosophical Steakhouse is now closed, can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today? Example - what made you listen to the type of you music you listen to? Why do you wear the clothes you do? How did you come to be friends with your friends?

I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.

Let's see.
Fine in primary school up to year 6 which is when someone started bullying me. After months of telling the hedmaster and him doing nothing, i took matters into my own hands. He started on me after school so i threw a punch back at him. Next day i heard he was in hospital with a broken nose.
Secondary school was hell. Year 7 was fine, made friends. Year 8, i went through a very weird phrase which included me stealing £250, bunking off for a month and getting suspended for setting off the fire alarm.
Year 9 i had a watchful eye on me from this Teacher Ms keeley. She's sound and always checked up on me to see how i was doing cause of year 8.
Year 10 the bullying started again. This time it was a group of 5 people.
Just like year 6, i fought back. BANG went the first bully. He stopped it.
BANG went the second bully. After that the whole group stopped.
Year 11, one of those bullys came back. I didn't want to fight him cause he was quite tough so again came the months of telling the head and the head doing nothing. By the end, i turned back to my violence. BANG, he comes out with a broken arm which now needs a pin to hold it together.
I then started my first year at college. All was fine apart from these two girls always starting on my mate. I stood up for him and then later that day, i get hugely attacked by the boyfriend. Went to hospital for concussion and the pigs(police) done nothing. Now here i am hoping for a good result which is due this thursday before starting 2 more years at college which involves a football academy.

In addition to my entry...I'd like to add this...

http://www.geocities.com/ gazzazcool/meetdw.html (SPACE)

Now, you can see why I get bullied. And, look at the replies in FOGchat. It broadens the picture more as to why I get bullied.

Hearing Radioheads Karma Police for about the millionth time. I had it on some Now compilation, so I'd been listning to it since I was about 10, and then I got OK Computer.

Just this one time, I got the meaning of the song. I don't have time to go into that much detail, but it was basicly 'I'm a facist, and have stupid hypocritical cynical views on everything. Oh, for a minute there I lost myself'. It told me that I needed to find myself again.

That was your fault, you realize. This place has educated me, but it made me really cynical as well. Beleive me, I read a lot more than I post.

Nearly having an iron fall on my head.

Little hedgehog, the self-harming thing, please, don't go back there. There is help out there, and there are always people to talk to in here. And if you have to do it, try a rubber band wrapped round the wrist, pull it back and let it snap back. The idea is that it's better than any more serious/permanant things.
But there is help.

And it gets better out of high school, you just have to pull through now.

Little Hedgehog...I'm not that good with words, and I get the feeling your religion may be a little different from mine if you get bullied for the clothes you wear (I'm a Christian, by the way), but I just want to say that if there is a God (and I am 100% sure there is), then you will come out on top in the end.

These people that make your life hell, they will realise what they have done when they're older. And if they don't, then they may not succeed in today's society.

As I said, I'm not very good at this sort of thing, but I just need to remind you that you are a better person than they are. These people will pay for what they have done, trust me.

I'm not sure what else to say. Just get through this part of your life, I suppose.

*runs*

Bah, years of pain are all locked up inside my tiny, fragile frame because of the way i look and the way i am. It started years ago, in an accident, boys teased the hell outta me and called me names which twisted my guts so hard it hurt. When I started at high school the allmighty braindead morons picked up on it and have made my life a complete and utter misery, sometimes I cut myself to releive it, but I've stopped it now, well for a few days, the cuts are going down, the pain gets too great sometimes but still I do it just 'cos I'm so miserable. One day I hope that all of the cruel hearted, evil minded bullies realise what they have done to me, how dreading I have become of my life. My 'friends' take the mick outta me too, because of my religion and the way i dress, they call me a freak and a weirdo. KR knows one of the people that makes my life like a hell upon earth, and yet he listens to her...every single thing about me has been told to him, don't you think that's too cruel, too callous? I do, I feel like my life is already over before it has even begun...and I have the 'loved' ones around me to thank for that...

Things that define me. Hmmm.

I'd consider myself to be a nobody until the age of 17. I doubt anyone that I went to school with has any real memories of me.

Sixth form was different, as I met new people, and started going out more.

I still didn't know what I wanted to do, having gone through GCSE's and them A-Levels. My choice of A-Level subjects was pretty general. Maths English Business Studies. Hardly the choices of someone that knows where they're going.

Anyway, I applied to some universities, without much thought though, I didn't have a clue.

Anyway, some guy came into Sixth form to talk about gap years, so after Sixth form I took off to Canada.

Yep, me that had lived in the same house for almost 19 years was going half way around the world.

I worked in a hotel, and didn't know anyone else at all. I went out on my own, and soon enough made great friends.

Because I had forced myself to cope on my own I became more independent, and confident. I was drinking big-time though. Right through the night most days. I didn't have a problem with it, we all did it, but it was crazy for a while. Especially the night before I left Banff (in the Rocky Mountains) to go to Toronto. I was dragged off the floor by a friend and given a lift to the bus station, just in time or I would have missed my flight.

Man I had a great time out there, and only really left because I felt it was time to go. I could have stayed forever. The scenary was beautiful, the people were fantastic, and I was having a great time. Something told me it was time to go though. Not sure what.

Anyway, I come home, and think about University again. I'm not enthused by the idea, but go anyway when the stuff comes through the door telling me of my place.

I find myslef on an International Business course. God knows why, looking back.

Anyway, I made friends pretty quickly in North London, and was having a good time. Then one night I got mugged. These two geezers then said I had to go with them to their house then they'd give all my stuff back.

I said no. They beat me up. They told me that they were going to kill me, and I reckon they would have done if a police car hadn't have driven by. They ran off. The police car didn't stop though, so I was left on the street, blood coming out of my head. I made my way to a telephone box after running scared for 15 minutes or so, in case they came back. I spent the night in hospital.

Those a-holes stole a watch from me that was a present from my grandparents on my 18th birthday. I felt really bad about that. Worse though, they stole all the independence and confidence I'd built up over the last few years.

I tried to stay in London, but every time I was walking home I did it in fear.

So I quit, and was back to not knowing what I wanted to do, and with no confidence to do anything anyway.

Time passed. I did a course in computer programming, because I figured I needed a job, so I might as well get a well paid one.

Whilst doing the course I met Lisa, who is now my wife. She made me happy again.

Anyway, little pills don't always do the job they're supposed to do, and Lisa became pregnant. This was cool, because it pushed us closer together. We got a place together, and it all worked out nicely. Malibu was born, and it was great, being a father.

At some point I got a job, which pays well, but I don't enjoy it.

Anyway, Malibu got bigger, and we had Georgia too. Two perfect children and a perfect wife. That's excellent, really fantastic. Trouble is I never want to leave them. Ever. Not to come to stinking work, and the like.

So I now have a plan. I've won 30 odd prizes from this site, mostly from stuff I've written. So I figure I'm kinda good at writing, no? So I'm going to send a few articles to a few magazines, make some money from a talent I believe I have. Make enough money so I can work less hours, eventually live off that income. It's not a dream either. I've sought out the adresses of various magazines, and am readying my material.

So that's how I got where I am today. Much of it just seemed to happen, or was done with little thought, and sometimes I wonder just how things worked out the way they did with so little planning and no direction. It's made me realise that life is just a bunch of stuff that happens. Control what you can, but don't sit around scratching your head about the stuff you can't.

So that's why I am the way I am, I guess.

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that's why i got tired of religion. Most wars in history have been fought about religion or religion played some part in them somehow. Buddhism is the only religion not to have started war which is why i follow that faith now. Plus it's not full of out of touch with reality pedos like the catholic church

I don't like religion because I grow in an area where they fight regularly about it even though they are both Christians. Catholics and Prodestants... not only do people end up in hospital or dead I get stuck in the middle of it... all this racial abuse and such and they're all meant to be going to heaven and such. I was christened Catholic as child... a year later my parents said they were going to bring me up with no religion... which made my grandparents fall out with them for ages. Things like that.