ixthrock
radical faerie
My parents owned a barbecue restaurant; I was washing dishes at 5 and waiting tables at 12 years of age. I was a precocious, outgoing toddler. Adults were my peers; other kids my age or slightly older were too underdeveloped to really socialise with, but I tried. I was a cut-up, a clown, all through school - bullies rarely messed with me because I was disturbingly unknown, and when they tried to, they couldn't quite phase me - I never really invested enough of myself emotionally in the little psychological "handles" they used to manipulate and terrorise others.
Nowadays, though, the "bloom" of my social skills is fading as I become less dependent on others for any sense of self-worth - people become attracted to my security, self-acceptance, and independence as I have less and less use for them. Oh, the irony.
Nowadays, though, the "bloom" of my social skills is fading as I become less dependent on others for any sense of self-worth - people become attracted to my security, self-acceptance, and independence as I have less and less use for them. Oh, the irony.