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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.
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.
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Probably the first thing that changed me was being bullied in primary school. It started with this girl who i was quite friendly with, i don't know if she was obsessed over me or whatever but she always picked on me, just silly things like hide my jacket somewhere in the cloakroom, or on one occasion use her friend to put me in a bin. It didnt bother me too much, but then she poisoned my best friends against me. Then one of them started on me, giving me lip evereyday until i left for secondary school.
There would be days when i would come home and cry for hours, i would drink salt water in the mornings to try to be sick so i didnt have to go to school that day. Then my mum found out what had been going on, she told my teacher and she had the desks rearranged, however as it happened the bully ended up sitting next to me. But since it was me against him now i felt i could cope a lot better.
I went to Whitburn academy. Since there were only 7 of us from my school going to the academy that year i ended up in a class on my own. I knew nobody, it was tough, but i made friends. And not the kind of crappy friends either, i would risk my life for them, im sure they would do the same for me.
While i was in second year my Granny died, it was expected as she was so poorly. But you cant really deal with it when it comes, at the funeral i never once stopped crying, she was so good to me and my brother. I still miss her. She always wanted us to do well in school and i strived to make sure i didnt dissapoint her. Leaving school with ABBBC i feel that i have made her proud.
All was well...For a while. Then i started getting bullied again, not really in school, but on the school bus. Me and my brother stood out because our brains were actually worth a f^^k. It was hell, and went on for months. Eventually it came to a head in a fight where i was kicked in the head and almost knocked unconscience. I was taken to hospital with shock and a concussion. My eyes couldnt focus and i couldnt speak properly, i was pretty scared.
From then on a realised the damage that could be done just using your hands and feet, ive stayed clear of fights since then.
Thats pretty much what has shaped me as a person.
There would be days when i would come home and cry for hours, i would drink salt water in the mornings to try to be sick so i didnt have to go to school that day. Then my mum found out what had been going on, she told my teacher and she had the desks rearranged, however as it happened the bully ended up sitting next to me. But since it was me against him now i felt i could cope a lot better.
I went to Whitburn academy. Since there were only 7 of us from my school going to the academy that year i ended up in a class on my own. I knew nobody, it was tough, but i made friends. And not the kind of crappy friends either, i would risk my life for them, im sure they would do the same for me.
While i was in second year my Granny died, it was expected as she was so poorly. But you cant really deal with it when it comes, at the funeral i never once stopped crying, she was so good to me and my brother. I still miss her. She always wanted us to do well in school and i strived to make sure i didnt dissapoint her. Leaving school with ABBBC i feel that i have made her proud.
All was well...For a while. Then i started getting bullied again, not really in school, but on the school bus. Me and my brother stood out because our brains were actually worth a f^^k. It was hell, and went on for months. Eventually it came to a head in a fight where i was kicked in the head and almost knocked unconscience. I was taken to hospital with shock and a concussion. My eyes couldnt focus and i couldnt speak properly, i was pretty scared.
From then on a realised the damage that could be done just using your hands and feet, ive stayed clear of fights since then.
Thats pretty much what has shaped me as a person.
I know man...My headmaster was pretty cool though. Our school had a pretty bad rep anyways. Another factor was that I was in the top 5 best at Maths in our year...
Getting rid of me would have put thier GCSE average grade right down...
Getting rid of me would have put thier GCSE average grade right down...
Hey, †-Riquelme-†, people in my school would get suspended or even expelled just for fighting, nevermind putting someone in hospital. You were lucky
†-Riquelme-† wrote:
> The 4th was again pretty stupid. Was playing football at school. our
> school didnt have the biggest amount of space to play in so we had
> different people playing games pretty close to each other. Anyways,
> the ball we was playing with ended up in another games territory. I
> ran after the ball and asked the guy nearest to pass it back here. He
> kicked it away from me...( me and this guy had been having a little
> feud for quite a while before this and it all went off here) I went up
> to him and got him in a headlock...He got out and we exchanged blows.
> Eventually I got him to the ground and knocked him out cold with a
> kick to the head.
*Laughs*
I know, I shouldn't laugh, but the way you put it made you sound like a wrestler. Good stuff mate, I'm proud. I've been in a number of fights, here they are:
Some kid in Year 9 (I was in Year 8 at the time) who was twice my size started insulting me, so there was a big argument. I kneed him in the bollockas, but due to his overweightness, it had no effect, and instead he got his group of extremely tall and extremely large friends on me (one of which has broken someone's arm before). All I could do was walk away. We had a few more confrontations, and then someone told a teacher about it and more staff were placed in the courtyard to stop these incidents, not that I noticed any...
Second one was against one of his friends, sent to take me out because the fat kid was told to stop. Anyway, we were arguing and I gave him the middle finger. I walked away and he pushed me over a bench. I got up, and one of my friends began laying into him. I got a bottle out of my bag and blasted him over the head with it repeatedly, like a baseball bat. He never touched me again.
Thirdly, one of my 'friends' called me gay (and I'm not particularly keen on him at times because he uses his friends for food/games/money etc, but I don't fall into the trap and is rude to them also), so I gobbed on him and just ran as fast as I could, given that he sent his (and my) friends after him. Even my best friends did what he said, it was like a bloody spell he had under them. He got me and tried to wipe the spit on me, but I kicked away, which is kinda hard when you're being pinned down by 20 people. We're cool now, but he does frustrate me with his begging and rudeness.
> The 4th was again pretty stupid. Was playing football at school. our
> school didnt have the biggest amount of space to play in so we had
> different people playing games pretty close to each other. Anyways,
> the ball we was playing with ended up in another games territory. I
> ran after the ball and asked the guy nearest to pass it back here. He
> kicked it away from me...( me and this guy had been having a little
> feud for quite a while before this and it all went off here) I went up
> to him and got him in a headlock...He got out and we exchanged blows.
> Eventually I got him to the ground and knocked him out cold with a
> kick to the head.
*Laughs*
I know, I shouldn't laugh, but the way you put it made you sound like a wrestler. Good stuff mate, I'm proud. I've been in a number of fights, here they are:
Some kid in Year 9 (I was in Year 8 at the time) who was twice my size started insulting me, so there was a big argument. I kneed him in the bollockas, but due to his overweightness, it had no effect, and instead he got his group of extremely tall and extremely large friends on me (one of which has broken someone's arm before). All I could do was walk away. We had a few more confrontations, and then someone told a teacher about it and more staff were placed in the courtyard to stop these incidents, not that I noticed any...
Second one was against one of his friends, sent to take me out because the fat kid was told to stop. Anyway, we were arguing and I gave him the middle finger. I walked away and he pushed me over a bench. I got up, and one of my friends began laying into him. I got a bottle out of my bag and blasted him over the head with it repeatedly, like a baseball bat. He never touched me again.
Thirdly, one of my 'friends' called me gay (and I'm not particularly keen on him at times because he uses his friends for food/games/money etc, but I don't fall into the trap and is rude to them also), so I gobbed on him and just ran as fast as I could, given that he sent his (and my) friends after him. Even my best friends did what he said, it was like a bloody spell he had under them. He got me and tried to wipe the spit on me, but I kicked away, which is kinda hard when you're being pinned down by 20 people. We're cool now, but he does frustrate me with his begging and rudeness.
Mr.Snuggly wrote:
> can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today?
Everything affects people in some way, so in a sense I'd have to say all the moments in my life have made me the person I am today. It's a bit like Chaos Theory, where a butterfly flaps its wings in Bedford and eventually this leads to a hurricane in Honolulu.
I believe that due to Chaos Theory, everything in your life is already laid out for you, and the course of your life is spent acting out this 'fate'. So it doesn't matter what you do in life, things are going to happen anyway. Where every action has an equal and opposite reaction, the same goes for life. You may 'think' that what you are doing is free will, but the theory proposes that you are just reacting to events that have gone before.
I'd say the greatest influence on my life so far is either Albert Einstein (when I was a kid I studied his work for a school project and ended up thinking this guy was the greatest thinker ever), or Stephen Hawking (before he became famous for A Brief History of Time he did some great work on mathematical modelling, another great modern thinker in terms of explaining things through numbers and equations). So from an early age I was interested in Mathematics.
Then the ZX81 became a stock item in the shops and I became interested in computing. Then Raymond E. Feist wrote the Riftwar Saga and I became interested in beardy things like elves and goblins. Then Sierra Online made a game of the books and I became interested in RPGs.
So that's how I became a gamer. But then of course that was already pre-ordained since the Big Bang.
What IS fascinating is that with further study of Chaos Theory, it should be possible to predict all future reactions from the actions that have gone before, therefore I should be able to predict what I'm going to say or do next before I even think it, and be able to predict unerringly what the next set of lottery numbers are going to be. Unfortunately, more study is required.
In short, lots of thing define who I am, it's just a shame that when that butterfly flapped its wings in Bedford it didn't lead to me shacking up with Angelina Jolie.
> can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today?
Everything affects people in some way, so in a sense I'd have to say all the moments in my life have made me the person I am today. It's a bit like Chaos Theory, where a butterfly flaps its wings in Bedford and eventually this leads to a hurricane in Honolulu.
I believe that due to Chaos Theory, everything in your life is already laid out for you, and the course of your life is spent acting out this 'fate'. So it doesn't matter what you do in life, things are going to happen anyway. Where every action has an equal and opposite reaction, the same goes for life. You may 'think' that what you are doing is free will, but the theory proposes that you are just reacting to events that have gone before.
I'd say the greatest influence on my life so far is either Albert Einstein (when I was a kid I studied his work for a school project and ended up thinking this guy was the greatest thinker ever), or Stephen Hawking (before he became famous for A Brief History of Time he did some great work on mathematical modelling, another great modern thinker in terms of explaining things through numbers and equations). So from an early age I was interested in Mathematics.
Then the ZX81 became a stock item in the shops and I became interested in computing. Then Raymond E. Feist wrote the Riftwar Saga and I became interested in beardy things like elves and goblins. Then Sierra Online made a game of the books and I became interested in RPGs.
So that's how I became a gamer. But then of course that was already pre-ordained since the Big Bang.
What IS fascinating is that with further study of Chaos Theory, it should be possible to predict all future reactions from the actions that have gone before, therefore I should be able to predict what I'm going to say or do next before I even think it, and be able to predict unerringly what the next set of lottery numbers are going to be. Unfortunately, more study is required.
In short, lots of thing define who I am, it's just a shame that when that butterfly flapped its wings in Bedford it didn't lead to me shacking up with Angelina Jolie.
Aye, fights...
Only been in 4 proper fights in my life. first was when I was 10, 2nd when I was 12, 3rd when I was 14 and 4th when I was 16.
The first one was with my best mate at school. Rather strange that one. We had been best mates for like a year, so good friends that the other kids accused us of being gay. Naturally we had to to kick the crap out of each other to prove we wernt...the stuff kids do...We were only kids so we didnt hurt each other that much...
The 2nd was when I had just started Secondary school. It was Autumn and loads of leaves had fallen onto the school playground. I think the caretaker had swept them all into a big pile or somthin, anyways...SOme kid came along and kicked the pile of leaves all over me. So naturally, I started on him and we exchanged quite a few punches. Teacher stoped that one pretty quick though...
The third one was against a Yr11 when I was a Yr 9. This one was pretty stupid...THis "mature" student came up to me, took my hat off and chucked it away. I went mad on him and gave a good few digs in his stomach. He never did anything to me again..
The 4th was again pretty stupid. Was playing football at school. our school didnt have the biggest amount of space to play in so we had different people playing games pretty close to each other. Anyways, the ball we was playing with ended up in another games territory. I ran after the ball and asked the guy nearest to pass it back here. He kicked it away from me...( me and this guy had been having a little feud for quite a while before this and it all went off here) I went up to him and got him in a headlock...He got out and we exchanged blows. Eventually I got him to the ground and knocked him out cold with a kick to the head.
NOW THAT LAST ONE IS LOWEST POINT OF MY LIFE. I felt so bad after that, I still regret it to this day. Not the fight, but the kick to the head. He had to go hospital for gods sake...The headmaster also nearly suspended me but just made me come in during half-term and do school work.
I havnt had a fight since then and dont plan to ever do so again...
Only been in 4 proper fights in my life. first was when I was 10, 2nd when I was 12, 3rd when I was 14 and 4th when I was 16.
The first one was with my best mate at school. Rather strange that one. We had been best mates for like a year, so good friends that the other kids accused us of being gay. Naturally we had to to kick the crap out of each other to prove we wernt...the stuff kids do...We were only kids so we didnt hurt each other that much...
The 2nd was when I had just started Secondary school. It was Autumn and loads of leaves had fallen onto the school playground. I think the caretaker had swept them all into a big pile or somthin, anyways...SOme kid came along and kicked the pile of leaves all over me. So naturally, I started on him and we exchanged quite a few punches. Teacher stoped that one pretty quick though...
The third one was against a Yr11 when I was a Yr 9. This one was pretty stupid...THis "mature" student came up to me, took my hat off and chucked it away. I went mad on him and gave a good few digs in his stomach. He never did anything to me again..
The 4th was again pretty stupid. Was playing football at school. our school didnt have the biggest amount of space to play in so we had different people playing games pretty close to each other. Anyways, the ball we was playing with ended up in another games territory. I ran after the ball and asked the guy nearest to pass it back here. He kicked it away from me...( me and this guy had been having a little feud for quite a while before this and it all went off here) I went up to him and got him in a headlock...He got out and we exchanged blows. Eventually I got him to the ground and knocked him out cold with a kick to the head.
NOW THAT LAST ONE IS LOWEST POINT OF MY LIFE. I felt so bad after that, I still regret it to this day. Not the fight, but the kick to the head. He had to go hospital for gods sake...The headmaster also nearly suspended me but just made me come in during half-term and do school work.
I havnt had a fight since then and dont plan to ever do so again...
Where do I start. Errm this could be a long one.
I was born with severe asthma, blue lips bad chest the lot. Spent a lot of time in hospital, I would be in at least four times a month for the first 2-3 years of my life. It was even worse that I was also born with a clubbed right foot. This was noticed on one of my trips to hospital. It was operated on and my achilies tendon was cut and stretched and I spent the next 18 months in plaster.
On my trips to hospital for astma related problems or problems with the foot I would have some operations or stay in overnight. On some occasions they would have to give me medicine or take blood. Getting a good vein that hadn't been recently used was hard. My mum was saying today that on some occassions if they couldn't use the one in my arm they would use one in the leg, foot and on a few occasions even use my head to insert the shunt. Nice.
I guess been sick a lot meant that I pretty much relied on family, doctors etc. Maybe more than a normal kid would, this also meant though that my parents were pretty overprotective of me, they did a lot for me and that is why I love them and I guess they played the biggest part in making me who I am.
Things improved a lot for me when I got a bit older, I could run about, kick a ball and do a lot of things doctors didn't expect me to do. I was briefly bullied in primary school, lasted a few weeks until my older brother decided he would put an end to it and he did. That made me appreciate others a lot. Treat others how you want to be treated and all that. Other people have feelings too.
My brother and I used to fight a lot, as brothers do. Looking back it was pretty rough at times but now I appreciate it. All his constant punches and carry on fights made me stand up for myself a lot more and bulk up and learn how to look after myself. A few years back I used to play a lot of sports, played amateur football and narrowly missed out on being succesful with them after a bad injury to my right ankle (the bad one) so I had to stop playing for 2 years and have never really got back into it as Uni is now number one priority. I also played Rugby and a bit of golf.
While playing golf one day with a friend and group of guys decided to try attack us and steal golfballs etc from us. My friend didn't want to react incase the club decided to ban him, I on the other hand don't like people who have an attitude like that and decided they take what they want so as they started kicking into my mate I decided the only thing to do was to fight back. I'm not usually a violent person but sometimes in the heat of the moment I react the wrong way. Police charges against me where dropped as my case of self defence and tresspassing was a lot better than there "We tried to attack them and failed".
I guess this made me learn that not everyone you meet in life is honest, or nice or will treat you how you expect to be treated.
Music wise my taste comes from my dad. He was in a band and plays guitar. He listens to pretty much anything from 60's onwards as do I. Likes Bob Dylan and those kind of artists and has a wide taste in music. I also have a weird ability to hear a song a couple of times and if I like it I can pretty much recall the whole song from memory without hearing it again or hearing the tune.
My friends also play a big part in who I am. I have a few great mates who make everything a lot easier, get drunk and have a laugh and just generally enjoy life. Thats what I try to do. I would find it hard to get by without good people to talk to and just enjoy things with. I hate been lonely. I do like time to myself occasionaly but I get bored too easliy.
I should stop now. Its late and I need bed.
I was born with severe asthma, blue lips bad chest the lot. Spent a lot of time in hospital, I would be in at least four times a month for the first 2-3 years of my life. It was even worse that I was also born with a clubbed right foot. This was noticed on one of my trips to hospital. It was operated on and my achilies tendon was cut and stretched and I spent the next 18 months in plaster.
On my trips to hospital for astma related problems or problems with the foot I would have some operations or stay in overnight. On some occasions they would have to give me medicine or take blood. Getting a good vein that hadn't been recently used was hard. My mum was saying today that on some occassions if they couldn't use the one in my arm they would use one in the leg, foot and on a few occasions even use my head to insert the shunt. Nice.
I guess been sick a lot meant that I pretty much relied on family, doctors etc. Maybe more than a normal kid would, this also meant though that my parents were pretty overprotective of me, they did a lot for me and that is why I love them and I guess they played the biggest part in making me who I am.
Things improved a lot for me when I got a bit older, I could run about, kick a ball and do a lot of things doctors didn't expect me to do. I was briefly bullied in primary school, lasted a few weeks until my older brother decided he would put an end to it and he did. That made me appreciate others a lot. Treat others how you want to be treated and all that. Other people have feelings too.
My brother and I used to fight a lot, as brothers do. Looking back it was pretty rough at times but now I appreciate it. All his constant punches and carry on fights made me stand up for myself a lot more and bulk up and learn how to look after myself. A few years back I used to play a lot of sports, played amateur football and narrowly missed out on being succesful with them after a bad injury to my right ankle (the bad one) so I had to stop playing for 2 years and have never really got back into it as Uni is now number one priority. I also played Rugby and a bit of golf.
While playing golf one day with a friend and group of guys decided to try attack us and steal golfballs etc from us. My friend didn't want to react incase the club decided to ban him, I on the other hand don't like people who have an attitude like that and decided they take what they want so as they started kicking into my mate I decided the only thing to do was to fight back. I'm not usually a violent person but sometimes in the heat of the moment I react the wrong way. Police charges against me where dropped as my case of self defence and tresspassing was a lot better than there "We tried to attack them and failed".
I guess this made me learn that not everyone you meet in life is honest, or nice or will treat you how you expect to be treated.
Music wise my taste comes from my dad. He was in a band and plays guitar. He listens to pretty much anything from 60's onwards as do I. Likes Bob Dylan and those kind of artists and has a wide taste in music. I also have a weird ability to hear a song a couple of times and if I like it I can pretty much recall the whole song from memory without hearing it again or hearing the tune.
My friends also play a big part in who I am. I have a few great mates who make everything a lot easier, get drunk and have a laugh and just generally enjoy life. Thats what I try to do. I would find it hard to get by without good people to talk to and just enjoy things with. I hate been lonely. I do like time to myself occasionaly but I get bored too easliy.
I should stop now. Its late and I need bed.
A lot of people here, and people I know, seem to be or have been close to their grandparents. You're lucky that you have family close by, closest family I had was my gran, an hour and 45 minutes in the car away. So I barely saw her, and my grandad died when I was young, only have a few memories of him. Cousins etc all live a fair distance away too, never see them except for weddings or funerals
My relative define part of what I do today. My grandparents were and are an important part of why I am as I am. I sometimes think about what they would have done in a situation and I look up to them as people I would aspire to be like.
I guess in a certain way, films and in particular certain characters from fiction have inspired me to do things in a certain way. If I was unsure of what to do, I would think 'what would he/she do now' and then go on that. It sounds stupid, but it really helped sometimes when I was younger and gave me more confidence.
I don't think I was really defined within my own individuality until I went to university though. There I learnt that you can be free to have your own opinion and make your own life choices, however difficult some of them are. You have to be free to be yourself, otherwise what's the point in life?
I guess in a certain way, films and in particular certain characters from fiction have inspired me to do things in a certain way. If I was unsure of what to do, I would think 'what would he/she do now' and then go on that. It sounds stupid, but it really helped sometimes when I was younger and gave me more confidence.
I don't think I was really defined within my own individuality until I went to university though. There I learnt that you can be free to have your own opinion and make your own life choices, however difficult some of them are. You have to be free to be yourself, otherwise what's the point in life?
Errr... more. :-)
When in my 6th year at school I got into a stone fight somehow with a bunch of idiots near a railway line (I did know them). When I was walking away from the 'fight' some guy threw a stone and it hit me on the back of the head. It wasn't actually sore at all, but then I felt blood dripping down my kneck. After that, I shouldn't have done what I did. I ran up to the guy (and I was told later that running would've made the blood come out faster and in larger quantities) and threw his cap and schoolbag on the railway line. :-D I still hate the guy, and remember that incident well. I still have a scar on my head. I've learned from this not to get dragged into fights, and if something happens to me, then I shouldn't react. :-)
I've also learned not to take crap from anyone, which pretty much contradicts the above. Some dude was annoying me some day, and had been for the past few weeks. He had been annoying other friends of mine as well, the fat pie! One day he picked a fight with me, and I kicked him in, which was enjoyable for me and my friends. He didn't mess after that. With anyone.
My Grandad dying surely didn't help me at all. I was close to him (same as Stryke really) and when he died I really felt I couldn't talk to anyone besides a few of my friends any more. I've sort of improved in this now, but still I find it hard to talk to people that I don't really know or don't really like. My Grandad was always there, from when I was born. My Mum and Dad worked full time until I was 6 (when my 1st brother was born), and I pretty much lived with my Grandparents, and I got to know them a lot better than my Mum and Dad. It saddens me that he has died, but I suppose that's life really.
Well, I might think of more soem other time, but that's me for now.
When in my 6th year at school I got into a stone fight somehow with a bunch of idiots near a railway line (I did know them). When I was walking away from the 'fight' some guy threw a stone and it hit me on the back of the head. It wasn't actually sore at all, but then I felt blood dripping down my kneck. After that, I shouldn't have done what I did. I ran up to the guy (and I was told later that running would've made the blood come out faster and in larger quantities) and threw his cap and schoolbag on the railway line. :-D I still hate the guy, and remember that incident well. I still have a scar on my head. I've learned from this not to get dragged into fights, and if something happens to me, then I shouldn't react. :-)
I've also learned not to take crap from anyone, which pretty much contradicts the above. Some dude was annoying me some day, and had been for the past few weeks. He had been annoying other friends of mine as well, the fat pie! One day he picked a fight with me, and I kicked him in, which was enjoyable for me and my friends. He didn't mess after that. With anyone.
My Grandad dying surely didn't help me at all. I was close to him (same as Stryke really) and when he died I really felt I couldn't talk to anyone besides a few of my friends any more. I've sort of improved in this now, but still I find it hard to talk to people that I don't really know or don't really like. My Grandad was always there, from when I was born. My Mum and Dad worked full time until I was 6 (when my 1st brother was born), and I pretty much lived with my Grandparents, and I got to know them a lot better than my Mum and Dad. It saddens me that he has died, but I suppose that's life really.
Well, I might think of more soem other time, but that's me for now.
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