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A Crappy Game Called Life
Hello. Welcome to my profile. I don’t know who you are, but I am guessing that you wanted to know who I am. Well you already know that my username is Itachi Black, aka. IB. That’s obviously not my true name, but I don’t think my name is that important. My name does not make me the person I am. However, I am a live person who is living in Canada. I am also a writer who writes for fun, relaxation, and also to rant about life.
Today is July 16, 2015 and it’s 7:15 PM right now. Right now I want to share my life story which is sometimes like a crappy game. There are times when I win in the game and times when I lose in the game. It’s amazing when I win and it sucks like shit when I lose. However, it happens to everyone. We are all players in the game of life. So we have our own stories to tell and I think my mine matters as much as yours.
In my story, it contains times of happiness, sadness, love, heart breaks, fights, betrayals, reconciliation, laughter, sex (only to a certain degree), and other crap that life throws at me. I can only hope that you appreciate and accept my story.
Thus, my story began on February 22nd, 19xx (like my name, I don’t think my age matters that significantly). I mean my age hasn’t affected my life so greatly. As you learn about me, you will begin to understand what I mean.
I was born into a pretty household where I have one sibling, my most amazing, older sister. As for my parents, they were more than wealthy. I lived a highly privileged life thanks to them. I was raised in a very traditional and religious household. I am a proud Catholic and believe in God. Additionally, I am the youngest member within my generation; this had a profound power over me. To other families, this tiny fact may be meaningless, but it meant a whole lot in how the dynamics ran in my family tree.
Another irritating tradition that irked me quite a bit while I was a child. I was and still am considered the wildest, rebellious member in the unit. I would like to explain this quickly before I continue with my story. It has always been a strong belief that a younger member in the family must always obey anything the older member in the family demanded of them; even if you didn’t agree or wanted it. That’s how it has always been and because I don’t agree with it, I am labeled as the “wild child”.
To simplify things, imagine my family, relatives included, as a large pack of dangerous wolves. Alphas are the families that has the oldest member from the mother’s side (my oldest aunt and her family members) and the father’s side (my oldest uncle and his family). The ultimate omega in my generation is me and therefore I always had to obey everyone in the family. Even a cousin who is merely two years older than me. And yes, you guessed it right. I was an older cousin who is the daughter of my alpha aunt’s household. Her name is Sarah. She has an older brother.
With her, we will continue my story. She was envious of me when I was born because I technically stole her stop as the youngest. I may know the discomfort of being the youngest, but as a child, she envied the attention I received when I was born. I wish I could apologize for that, but I can’t because it wasn’t up to me. I was brought into this world without a say. We both had our separate issues. Yet I still have bad blood with her and her family. They will come up again after we reach the wild time when I was a teenager.
So what did my years look like when I was zero and one year old? Undoubtedly a lot of shitting, pissing, sleeping, burping, crying and driving my parents and my nanny to insanity. Like every baby out there. But please don’t get me wrong because I love babies and kids. One day I would also like to have a family of my own.
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That shit looks pretty accurate. Wouldn’t you agree? I believe it is. A perfect recollection of every age zero and one year old memories. Beautiful gibberish.
Currently it’s very late at night and I have work tomorrow so I need to bid you good night. However, I promise to continue my life story tomorrow. If you want to know me better, don’t hesitate to message me of what you think. I will greatly flattered :) Cheers!