This is who I am. Who are you?

[delusionsofNORMALity]

born to a lower middle-class family, i was moved almost yearly in my father's quest for the perfect job. though we never experienced abject poverty, money was always tight. my parents were nearly stereotypical; a mother who was concerned with the home and appearances, a slightly distant father who spent most of his time at work. throughout my childhood they tried to instill in me the typical middle-class values, but finding the concept of conformity abhorrent i would have none of that. in my early teens i discovered the joys of a number of herbal and chemical substances and i bounced back and forth between a few different addictions for most of the rest of my childhood.

i don't actually remember losing my virginity, but it probably wasn't all that important at the time. in my late teens i met my ex and we stayed together through one child and most of a decade until she finally realized that i probably didn't have the rosy future she had imagined. she left. afterward i bounced around from one job to another, from one woman to another, from one drug to another; until my work experience allowed me to start a small construction business of my own and my experiences with women and drugs convinced me that i'd had enough of both.

these days i still keep on the move. a very few close friends and a number of passing acquaintances keep me amused and grounded. business is good and with no woman to spend my cash, my nest egg slowly grows. living alone allows me to exist in the present, only slightly concerned with the future and attempting to ignore the mistakes of the past. it ain't nothin' flashy, but it keeps me sane.

as i read back over this summation of my life i realize that it may sound a bit pathetic, but it wasn't. a man's life should should be his greatest piece of art and, as surrealistic as mine has been, my life deserves a place in the louvre. i've also realized that this is not who i am, only the framework over which i have constructed myself.

[napolitana869]

I was born in Dec 86 in Naples Italy.
My dad was in the navy.
I've lived in Italy, Adak, Cuba, Okinawa, and Maryland
I've traveled to many other places
I'm good at making friends but not keeping them
I started smoking when I was 17.
I listen to punk music
I like going to protests
I was beaten by the police when I was 16
I've had my ankle reconstructed twice
I have an older brother and 2 dogs
I'm in college now
I work at my schools library (the pay sucks but they dont drug test)
I'm 20 and I still cant drive (I'm working on it)
I've tried to kill myself a few times
I used to cut myself
I find the most pleasure in the smallest things

[Skink]

I was born and got amnesia,,, who am I????

[Psycho4Bud]

I can tell your future, it will come to pass
I can do things to you make your heart feel glad
Look in the sky, predict the rain
Tell when a woman's got another man

I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
Heal the sick, raise the dead
Make the little girls talk outta their heads


I'm the one, oh I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son

I'll be damned........it is on you-tube!
YouTube - Johnny Rivers - Seventh Son

Have a good one!:jointsmile:

[TallulahGreen]

I was born in a little hippie town in Northern California on the first day of the autumn equinox in 1985.
I was born to a mother who was freshly 23 years old, and a father who was 38 years old.
My father was a well known coke dealer during the 80s...(part of the reason my mom was with him..)
..I was a complete accident. My father and mother broke up when I was 3 years old.
My mom and I struggled to make ends meet, while living in a trailor park, and saving up cents for cans of soup..
..until in 1992 we moved to Oregon to live with my grandparents.
My mom worked her ass off and went to work and school full time and graduated college with honors and now has a great job and owns her own house.
My father is an asshole still, 60 years old, 35 year old wife...11 year old genius step daughter.
He is a weapons dealer in Iraq, and he is also a lawyer..and a flight instructor/charter pilot.
He also plays basically ever instrument ever imagineable and owns many.
Too bad he was never there for me.
I grew up an only child spending most of my time alone.
I played violin for 7 years.
I can't be anyone but myself, as always...
I was quite the rebellious teen.
My mom married a bipolar man when I was 13 years old who had 3 equally as crazy children...we moved to Orange County, California...where I proceeded to drop out of school....a couple times...

Until finally my mom realized the man was nuts(when I came home from school one day and the whole house was gutted and he was gone)..
..we moved back to Oregon.

I took a huge interest in Snowboarding and body art. Also ventured to many concerts.

My mom was diagnosed with Lupus when I was 16 years old and has been battling it ever since, shes an amazing woman.

Pretty much every person in my family is an alcoholic and many have died from it.

My grandparents were my main supporters in life and without them my mom and I would be nowhere.

I am currently a full time college student, and I work in a Juice Bar full time too. I have a boyfriend who is my best friend and I have been with for 2 years...despite our issues we love eachother a lot.

...and here I am..

[birdgirl73]

â?? I was born in September 1961 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, the middle of three daughters. My parents moved us to Texas when I was one week old.
â?? My parents are both retired lifetime college professor Ph.D.s. Dad taught English, and mom taught English, stopped to raise us, then went back and did another doctorate in Spanish/Latin and taught that till she retired. They were exceptional, loving parents. Still are.
â?? My grandparents and great grandparents on both sides were either businesspeople, nurses, teachers or doctors and came from Texas and Louisiana.
â?? Our family spent summers traveling every year I can remember, alternating domestic and international, until I was in college. We lived in France, Spain, and England during some of my parents' academic study periods and teaching exchanges.
â?? I was my familyâ??s â??achieverâ?� whiz kid, but I was also the biggest pain and got in the most trouble, particularly between 14 and 16: wrecking cars, mouthing off to teachers and others, drinking, skipping school, staying out all night, threatening to run away. My older sister was the family good girl, and my younger sister the free-spirited artiste. I now know I was acting out boredom and immaturity and that my parents should have funneled some of my energy into athletics, which I was good at, instead of just high school academics, which I was bored with and rebelling against.
â?? I entered Univ. of Texas when I was 16 and finished my first degree at 20 then kept going on and off for the next five years for two more. Higher education turned out to be the much sought-after channel for my energy and immaturity, but Iâ??ve also driven myself nuts with the achiever syndrome. I might have been wiser to enter deep psychoanalysis than medical school this year, but câ??est la mois. (thatâ??s me)
â?? I struggled with depression and anxiety between 15 and 18 and pondered suicide once or twice. Still have phases of depression/anxiety now, but exercise takes care of that. My parents put me in therapy during my rebellious teen years, and Iâ??ve done further work with an excellent shrink as Iâ??ve felt the need as an adult. Iâ??m convinced this is why Iâ??m as sane as I am.
â?? At the urging of friends of my parents, I was enrolled in my hometownâ??s Miss *City Name* pageant the spring I was 19. Somehow I ended up as first-runner up, which was terrifying for me, as much trouble with anxiety as I had. Seven weeks later, I inherited the city title when the actual winner turned out to be pregnant. So I was slated to go to the Miss Texas pageant the following fall. (Causing deeper panic.) Two months before the state pageant, I was assaulted with a desk chair by a crazy patient at the state hospital where I was in first year of work and training as an EMT: lacerations, bites, fractured vertebrae, closed-head injury, dislocated shoulder, bruised internal organs, broken wrist. That spared me from further pageant obligations, which was a mercy. Iâ??d have had to be hospitalized from pageant anxiety had I not been hospitalized for that beating.
â?? I had my first date at 15 and lost my virginity at 17 to the first guy I fell in love with. Went with him for nearly 3 years.
â?? I met my second and only other sexual partner, my husband, the year I was 20 and married him two years later at 22, despite the youâ??re-too-young objections of everyone we knew. We were indeed too young, and weâ??ve had our rough spots like any couple, but itâ??s lasted 24 years and is a happy union. He is my surviving best friend of two. The other was my older sister, who died 3 months ago in early November
â?? We have one son, whoâ??ll be 21 this May. He is my pride and joy and has grown up to be a kind, compassionate, funny young man (also smart and good-looking, but Iâ??m a little biased)
â?? I desperately wanted a second child and had five miscarriages trying to make that happen.
â?? Iâ??ve had interesting jobs over the years, from paramedicine to news reporting to teaching to writing, and have seen 22 countries around the worldâ??9 of those were from business tripsâ??and 42 states here in the U.S.
â?? I believe I have better emotional intelligence than intellectual and possess uncannily good intuition about people
â?? I know Iâ??ve been lucky in my parents, marriage, circumstances, and stability/love. But thereâ??ve also been the miscarried pregnancies. My sisterâ??s death to cancer. That brutal beating. Two close encounters with death, once from peritonitis and once from an almost-discovered-too-late brain malformation. I have serious health issues right now with my heart rhythm and valve endocarditis. My mom is in the early stages of dying of emphysema and congestive heart failure from years of smoking and excess weight. And Iâ??ve seen more illness, death, blood, guts, vehicular fatalities, suicide, family violence, brutality and mayhem than any soft-hearted individual should. Paramedic work does that, as does volunteer work in a womenâ??s crisis shelter and four weeks of volunteer hurricane Katrina medical cleanup work.
â?? Someone here told me not long ago that Iâ??d not seen much of real life, but I daresay Iâ??ve seen as much as many soldiers, much less most 45-year-old doctorsâ?? wives. I know what PTSD feels like.
â?? The good stuff in my life has anchored me, and the bad things have aligned my priorities and given me compassion for those who endure pain, misfortune, poverty, and illness.
â?? Thatâ??s who I am. Who are you?

[b0Ng h!tz 4 mE]

I was born on august in the 1990's..

Ill try and type up what i can remember

when i was about 3 my grandad used to do sick things to me n my sister, like its kinda embarssin but basicly he'd get his dick out in front of me, which wasnt really a good start to my life

i was always shy at school, when i first started school i just sat in the corner by myself, then few years later when i was about 5-6 i had a best mate which lasted til i was about 11, when i grew up as a child i was confused by my sexuality because i wasnt sure wether i was SUPPOSE to like boys or girls.. then when i was about 8 i was dignosed with ADHD.. so from then on til i was about 14 i was bein pumped full of different types of ritalin, each with its own side effects, twitchin, not bein able to sleep at night, depression ect.

when i was 12 i started secondry school, i wanted to fit in because i never really fitted in with what was considered the "normal/popular" group, they all knew id give in easyly so they got me to do they're dirty work for them, and basicly id try to impress them.. i got in alot of trouble at that school and people always blamed it on me and i just never decided to stick up for myself, then one day i smacked some kid who was gay (literilly) with a huge metal bar and cracked his head open, then i had to move schools to this catholic school.. now this school was alot different, my pprevoius one was dumb people who liked gettin in trouble.. this school was smart people who pick on those not as smart.. i was put in some of the "speical classes" since i had ADHD n all, and i mixed between friends...people got bored with me easily and i just didnt kno who to trust, then by the time i was about 13-14 i had the choice wether or not i wanted to carry on with ritialin, i chose not to carry on with it since it was givin me sucidle thoughts..

then i made friends with this one guy who im now mates with to this day, and school was okish threw out then, people still made fun of me for bein dumb but i just ignored those people and stayed close to the people who liked me for me. Then when i was about 15 my dad found out about my mum cheatin on him, involved alot of arguements, arguements that theyre still arguein over today.. when my dad found out my mum grabbed a knife right in front of me and tried slittin her wrist, since i was the closest to her at the time i had to grab it off her, fortently she hadnt cut any arteries.

anyway that kinda fucked up shit went on between my parents, left school, went college for few months.. then i hit a depressed stage, i was drunk and i just lost it, got one of those big knifes u use to cut turkeys n shit, slit my wrist open just below the palm of my hand, u cud literilly see ALL my arteriers right in front of me (well once u cleared all the blood up) waited in hospital for hours to get stitches, doc sed i was very lucky cuz i JUST missed the arteriers (literilly JUST missed) and since i had to be waitin for so ong if i did hit an arterier i would be dead.. that was about half a year ago, then after that incident i just dropped out of college cuz i had no motivation to carry on.. and here i am unemployed, im not really depressed anymore, iv gotten threw that stage..

whenever i feel depressed again i just look at the big scar on my wrist and remember how lucky i was that night and that it was truely a miricle and that i wasnt suppose to die that way..im unemployed but happy.. but NEVER in my life not once have i ever been motivated to do anything.. I feel like its my grandads fault alot that im so fucked up in the head but im just livin by n doin fine, ill probaly get a job at some point once i can be bothered, and people always feel they need acomplishment in life, im the opposite.. i dont want or need acomplishment.. i just want to live a stress free life where i can relax and smoke some mary jane

Thats me.

[BizzleLuvin]

can i get some tissues please?

[thCA livin]

Born into lots of wealth
Father was a drug dealer in mexico
Mother was (is) a housewife
Born in the US but moved to mexico right after
Talked to my dad MAYBE 6 times in 15 years so had no clue who he was(is)
Moved to the US at 14
Got kicked out of my house at 17 and was told I would never be successful
am now 21 and own my own place and car
have an all white pitbull
Smoke all day when possible
Skydiving and or anything thrilling is always a must when possible.
Love to have fun with anyone who likes having a good time
Despise gangs/hooligans and such
Always wanting to meet new people
thats me..who are you?

[Wesley Pipes]

born in peterhead scotland 30th january 1985....
lived in peterhead scotland 1985 - present....

anything else is my business