Charizardf1's Upbringing

by charizardf1 Wed Dec 23, 2020 12:57 am

Prologue: The Ravaging Mother

Before my birth my mother lived life as a crazy individual. I never cared too much about my real mother's backstory but from what I remember of that my grandmother has told me, she was a being filled with evil. My mother was i suppose a nutcase that was very unstable. My grandmother was often scared of her daughter, even locking her out of the house when she would threaten to kill her. Eventually she would end up with some dude and forged a new life in which I would be born. I believe about a year or so afterwards she would become pregnant again but this time baring twins. Sadly, these twins would not live for long and would perish along with the mother as well, dying within the same timespan, leaving me alone.

First Arc: The Foster Child

Being without a mother and father, I was forced to Foster hood, thrown under the care of randoms until finally my great grandmother saved me and took me in. No accurate info on how exactly I lived before I was taken back by my real family but my grandmother assumes I was abused due to how frightened I was at first to even be touched. I wouldn't stay with my great grandmother long though due to the fact that she was very old and shouldn't be raising yet another child so my grandmother decided to take me in instead. This is where i finally settle, living under the roof of my grandmother and cousin(who she had to take in due to my uncle being an active army man).

Second Arc: The Demon Child

Since my grandmother is raising me I adapted to calling her my actual mother. Throughout my early stages of life I was relentless and uncooperative. When Mom would try to put me in school the staff would label me and attempt to place me in special ed due to the fact that I was crazy af and super uncooperative, but she wasn't having it. Mom knew that I was smart due to her own personal observations and would jump school to school until finally a school accepted me as a normal person. Throughout my first year mom would always get a call from work about how troublesome I have been and would have to go to school constantly. I would attack the teachers and make huge disturbances.

Third Arc: Sudden Change

Strangely after kindergarden my soul transformed magically. I turned into a tender and kind child. My first grade teacher would praise me of how soft and quiet I was. It was like a miracle. My theory is that my uncle giving me my Gameboy was the reason I quelled my inner darkness. From then on throughout elementary I had become a normal child and exceeded the expectations of previous schools. I breezed through school with ease being the one of the top of my class with top form behavior. It seems mother proved those other schools wrong afterall. Mom had a bf at the time I think and he got me into doing T-ball, where I would meet my lifetime friend Zac(aka Swampfan, Chilled, Args, whatever tfuk). He was the main person I resonated and associated throughout childhood for the most part.

Fourth Arc: The Childhood

After elementary's passing would come when I learn of profanity, porn, the art of violent, and other normal development things. Before then I was a shut in to all these concepts and was questioned how I never knew of those things before. Nothing really special occured throughout my early childhood. I ran cross country, played baseball, hung out with Zac on the weekends, occasionally did things with street neighbors, played games at home, ect. These things are all consistently going on through till high school. Mom's bf (or maybe ex at this point? I don't know i never paid attention to shit as a child) was like a powerful father figure to me being the only person to actually bring me outside experiences of life and also introduced me to another favorite hobby of mine which was cycling. When Mom scared him off though that's when things started to change for me.

Once high school came around I stopped playing sports all together and didn't go out nearly as much as before. Especially once Mom finally got a desktop computer in the house it was gg. Outside activities dwindled from my mind and I officially became more of a shut in. The only times I'd ever leave home really was to visit Zac and that was pretty much it. Mom and Uncle throughout childhood would always end up starting stupid arguments that escalate from nothing and consistently come at me with nonsense. For every moment i would just take in the foolishness and try my best not to entertain it for the sake of nothing going wild because the topics were too stupid for people to get mad over.

My patience the older and older I got would grow thinner and thinner the more they came at me over nothing. Problems that could be easy fixes if they simply made normal conversation but instead turn to overexaggerating everything and try to label things as a huge issue and pin it on me. I finally would start to snap and flash out at them consistently when they bring up BS. Not understanding why I'm upset, they instead turn to victimizing themselves and labeling me as the demon child yet again. Everytime I try to reach out and explain things to them it would end in void. "Why am I not getting listened to? Am I saying things in a confusing manner? It makes sense when I go through it in my head." I keep repeating to myself. I just come to accept that my words will never reach them, so I try to distance myself and not bother them as much as possible.

Later on in high school I get news that my father figure was dying. This changed everything for me. After not seeing him for so long I felt guilty. I assumed that after I graduate high school I would see him again and he'd teach me how to be a great man. I didn't know that life would randomly take this guy. He was the one who taught me the value of the outside and I would be the stereotypical shut in without his influence. For the first time I confronted my family and demanded them to take me to him with strong conviction. It hurt to see him in his final moments. It destroyed me once he passed. Afterwards I would fall deeper into despair.

At this point I would barely even do much with my dog anymore. The only things I turned to was games and Zac, nothing else mattered to me. At one point I had a mental breakdown and declared that I would commit suicide. In my head though I thought it was foolish and i quickly changed my mind but even so Zac came to the house and blitz inside without even an invite. Him and his family reminded me yet again how valuable I am even though I felt worthless. From then on even though I held onto depression, one thing I always kept in mind is that my life does have purpose.

Fifth Arc: The Army

Upon graduation it was a really sad day for me. High school overall was fun despite the fact i never truly expressed myself until like the senior year. Right after graduating I immediately got sworn into the army. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't seem like the type of person who would be an army person, but I knew that my mentality was kind of perfect for it. People, including my uncle, expected me to fail due to their own perception of me as a person. I went into it with full confidence knowing already beforehand what it took to be an army man. Discipline, Integrity, and all the other army values came to me naturally. Basic training was super easy with the hardest thing being just the physical training. Getting yelled at was only entertaining to me. The only people in my life able to get under my skin is my family. Nothing else can phase me because nobody else's words matter. My purpose is just to do my thing and move forward and that's all I focused on.

After graduating basic I moved onto training for my actual job for 6 months. This phase it was kinda like college and it's pretty chill. This is where I start to really learn about myself as a person. Living without the stress of my family, I finally began to feel truly happy for the first time in my life. I bonded with a huge group of people and developed myself mentally and physically. It was truly sad once I finally finished my training and it was time to return home. I thought to myself that I was going to return home a better person and be able to make things right.

Upon coming home the first thing I'm introduced to is my dog's passing. This instantly reignited my depression and left me with huge regrets due to me neglecting her in my later high school years because of my father figure's death. I received my great grandmother's old car as my first vehicle, I applied for college, and started my young adult life on a good note. I started working at my unit and already received best soldier of the eyar award and was promoted all the way up to specialist just within a few months. Slowly overtime though I would regress back to my depressive state due to my family being themselves. I ended up having to drop college and my car also got bodied. Going back to my usual life I realize how much of a blank slate I actually am and made me think about what I'd be like if my father was still alive. My peers with tons of more knowledge and guidance while I'm stuck in a hole with no answers for myself. I just decide to let fate be my driving force.

Eventually after realizing that I'm an adult and it would be better for me to have my own space, Mom and Uncle allow me to have my old great grandma's house. Once moved in I finally feel great joy for the first time in years and feel a huge wave of relief. From then on forward I try to continue to remove my blank slate status and learn more and get out more in honor of my father. I start to put myself out there more in hopes to develop myself further, creating bonds with more and more people who wish to support and educate me on a path to a better future.

by Unright Wed Dec 23, 2020 2:26 am

This was super interesting read man. I especially liked the part when you were a crazy nigga originally and were trying to fight teachers and stuff and how a gameboy helped cure the demon inside you lol It's great you have such a good friend like Swamp and I'm glad stuff is going right for you once you got your own space dude

by Dragonite1127 Wed Dec 23, 2020 3:30 am

I think it is great seeing other people post their origin stories. I feel like I understand my fellow novians a lot more. You guys are more than just a profile picture and colorful text.

High school felt like an overrated environment for me. There was too much drama with fights and cutting class as well as relationship drama. People would smoke weed in the bathrooms. There would be occasional threats about shooting up the school. But perhaps I did not get to experience the “fun” that you described because I never went to the “fun” events such as dances or other school-oriented activities.

To me, the army seems like a scary place. I am surprised that you showed no fear when entering that new environment.
It is great to hear that you’ve settled and are feeling satisfied, although I would not agree with relying on “fate” or “going with the flow.” I am not a believer in fate. Trying to believe in fate makes me feel like we do not have free will and all our actions are predetermined.

I can relate to your feelings of inferiority that you feel toward your peers. No one has all the answers, but that is why we have each other. Each of us individually holds fragments that can give the answer. By working together and passing down our knowledge, we can inspire others’ actions. ^ω^

Here are some questions that came to mind while reading your post:

Why was your biological mother evil? What kind of dog did you own? What did you do during your senior days of high school?

Did Swamp introduce you to Chatango? Do you still talk to Swamp today? Do you think Swamp still remembers me?

Who influenced you into joining the army? Have you met any cute girls in the army?

Do you have plans to finish college? Would college be worth the investment for you?

What is your open on living in Louisiana? What are the best things and worst things about your state? Will you stay in Louisiana for the rest of your life?

(you do not have to answer these questions if you do not want to)

by charizardf1 Wed Dec 23, 2020 5:31 am

I never asked my grandmother why my mother was like insane.

I owned a Yorkie Schnauzer.

I didn't really do much. It was only fun because the classmates were cool and friendly. I did attend prom though. Other than that I just went to school and went home.

Joe introduced me into chatango. Then I introduced Swamp to it.

Swamp is like a brother to me. He'll never be out of my life. I'm not good with keeping touch with people though so sometimes we might go months without speaking but we are super close nontheless. He more than likely remembers all the youtopians.

Somewhat my uncle influenced me because he taunted me saying I would never make it. I really was convinced by a recruiter because it seemed like an easy way to get ahead in life rather than struggling like most other young people do at the starting stages of adulthood.

There's tons of cute girls in the army lol

I do plan to go back to college. It more than likely will benefit me but I wanna try different methods to get ahead in life than waste time scratching my head at college.

Louisiana is for the most part a pretty boring enviroment but pretty relaxing and chill. Best thing about the state is probably the food and worse things is just the lack of entertainment. As of now I plan to stick to Louisiana but I am open to go elsewhere if the wind decides to lead me elsewhere.

by Tamicat Sun Dec 27, 2020 10:28 am

haha char likes penis

by Sponsored content

Charizardf1's Upbringing

Charizardf1's Upbringing

Re: Charizardf1's Upbringing

Re: Charizardf1's Upbringing

Re: Charizardf1's Upbringing

Re: Charizardf1's Upbringing

Re: Charizardf1's Upbringing