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Writer's Block: Do-over!
May. 25th, 2010 05:09 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I think I would.
Slightly less dependence upon my folks when I'm much younger, more brains, more of an opportunity to express my nerdy self. There was so much I could have seen and done, so much information that was denied to me because I lived in North Wales and "there's no demand for it round here."
Oh, and quite possibly I'd choose to be much stronger during my school years. The ability to crush a finger or a fist like scrunching up a ball of paper would not have gone amiss as a reminder to the bullies who tried to hurt me all those years that sometimes, they can take on more than they can handle.
Just reminding them that the world is not about them, that they can't have it all by force, that they can't hurt someone who could break them physically, but who chooses to do something far more interesting with his time than act the twat like them.
And perhaps, once in a while, being strong enough to come in and crush a couple of pairs of testes if I see them giving grief to another kid smaller than them.
I don't want others to go through the abuse I suffered, just because it's not me that'd be suffering.
I'd just make the bullies suffer by forcing them to earn respect the hard way - by being of benefit to the world, rather than the other way around.
In this second chance life, I would not embarrass myself by applying for MENSA at the age of 13. I'd just have kept my superior IQ and seen through the folly of wanting to apply for membership with those stuck-up toffee-nosed twats at all.
But everything else ... the computers, the degree, roleplaying, Discordianism, Paganism, all the different philosophies I embraced ... I'd keep them all. They led me to many of the friends I know from here and elsewhere: a list too big to mention by name, lest I forget some of you. My philohophies, my writing, kept me sane. My friends kept me going.
And that I could never change.
I think I would.
Slightly less dependence upon my folks when I'm much younger, more brains, more of an opportunity to express my nerdy self. There was so much I could have seen and done, so much information that was denied to me because I lived in North Wales and "there's no demand for it round here."
Oh, and quite possibly I'd choose to be much stronger during my school years. The ability to crush a finger or a fist like scrunching up a ball of paper would not have gone amiss as a reminder to the bullies who tried to hurt me all those years that sometimes, they can take on more than they can handle.
Just reminding them that the world is not about them, that they can't have it all by force, that they can't hurt someone who could break them physically, but who chooses to do something far more interesting with his time than act the twat like them.
And perhaps, once in a while, being strong enough to come in and crush a couple of pairs of testes if I see them giving grief to another kid smaller than them.
I don't want others to go through the abuse I suffered, just because it's not me that'd be suffering.
I'd just make the bullies suffer by forcing them to earn respect the hard way - by being of benefit to the world, rather than the other way around.
In this second chance life, I would not embarrass myself by applying for MENSA at the age of 13. I'd just have kept my superior IQ and seen through the folly of wanting to apply for membership with those stuck-up toffee-nosed twats at all.
But everything else ... the computers, the degree, roleplaying, Discordianism, Paganism, all the different philosophies I embraced ... I'd keep them all. They led me to many of the friends I know from here and elsewhere: a list too big to mention by name, lest I forget some of you. My philohophies, my writing, kept me sane. My friends kept me going.
And that I could never change.
