Yeah I had my doubts about posting about that publicly, however, I never plan on being a 9-5 worker for a corporation where I have a reputation to maintain. I'll be a writer or a theoretical physicist/mathematician someday. I don't need to give a damn about what someone thinks of me to be creative or solve problems.
I was having a shitty morning (just thinking about my future in general) until I read your PM. This is why I love the forum, real men with real life experience. I can't listen to the opinions of the my age early twenty-something college paid for by parents opinions. I don't claim to have had a rough upbringing or to have come from the "wrong side of the tracks." You will never hear me claim to be a "tough guy" or "bad-ass." At the same time I can quite literally tell that I have lived and learned and lost more in my 23 years than they will in there 77.6 years or whatever the hell the average male is supposed to live. I just let them think they know the way things actually work to be polite. Let them win the petty arguments, I know a lot more than they ever will combined. (Referring to my family, friends, and acquaintances.) This would be boastful and cocky if it weren't true, but it is, so I am forced to conclude I really don't require their presence in my life any longer. I will keep in touch with them, but they have nothing to offer me in terms of wisdom or love anymore, another conclusion I have come to based on their actions actions after her suicide.
I'm moving on rather well, but I smiled when you wrote that your mother was your "beloved mother, my best friend and the best person you have ever known." We all use different words to describe our emotions and at the same time I think we have deeply intertwined sentiments here. She was my best friend, though I would say that her most beloved aspect for me was that she was the only person I felt truly knew me, in so far as one human can truly know another.
I feel like a man without a shadow at the moment, no past shackling me back at the moment. I'm going to pick the life I want to live and become the man who lives that life. Right now I am leaning towards Hank Moody a la Californication (semi-joking, would be a nice life though), though it will probably slide back towards the science end. (Who the fuck knows? The future doesn't scare me anymore, alright,well, only slightly, I am not that zen yet.
I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, I was un-plugged from the net for a little R&R after that vent. I rarely talk about it, and never yet to anonymous strangers on a forum.
I want you to know the fact that you took the time to write me about your experience absolutely turned my day around, I feel a bit inspired now. Was working with a hangover and a pissed attitude before i read your PM. Did anyone else know his PMs could cure hangovers? You might be able to make some bank off this man!
Stay in touch, if you ever need help or advice on anything, I'll be around. Usually I reply faster than two days later.
I hope you have a great day. I know for a fact I will, got big plans. Gaming some hotties at the beach (what can I say, I'm insatiable when they are wearing almost no clothes. It's like I know just the right things to say and when to say them. Plus it doesn't hurt that I'm in the best shape of my life this summer, I can tell for sure this year I am getting eye-fucked every which way I turn.. Write that Nootropics data sheet I promised Moma. Job applications so I can save to move the fuck out of my soulless father's house, I'm not a doctor, but that man may be a true blue textbook sociopath.
I say the man is no father. I know I was an accidental pregnancy even though they married after I was born. I suspect I am a mere social obligation to him, and not an important one at that.
Don't worry, I don't have "daddy issues", (Though if you can find the chicks that do, let me know, I think they like to chill in places that have poles going from the floor to the ceiling. Some other members may or may not know about this area.

" I figured this all out a long time ago at least before I was ten, and have come to terms with it. It really is no wound to me anymore. It will just be amusing when I surpass him in every single category that "society" judges a man in, the irony being I don't give a shit about what we are brainwashed into valuing. I already have in education. I am fairly apt in a stock market sense and know ways to make money fast. I just never cared that much about the dough. More the intellectual and learning type, but I can put those talents to practical use if I must, since I need to straight bounce the hell out from under his roof.
They say the best revenge is living well. For me, that will be living an unfettered lifestyle, no one tying me down or holding any kind of claim on my emotions, unless they earn it. The last person who had a claim on my love is dead. I hope to find plenty more that will in the future (women, and close guy friends,no homo and all that.) For the moment, the fact that no one holds an emotional lien on me is an asset, and it feels utterly exhilerating at the same instant. Travelling, learning
every single day, meeting new people and only keeping the best. Fuck the rest.
+1 from me Vacancier Permanent (if I knew how to or could do that I'd rep you for that PM, shit was from the heart, you are a class act. I'm going to put this on a thread omitting your personal details, so the forum can see the spark of inspiration you graced me with. I wish you nothing but the best in your future
In Grateful appreciation,
IWFTM
PS-
Moma I can hear you breathing down my neck about that Nootropics Data sheet. My bad! I needed some R&R, family drama, girl drama. Actually the last two days I've had every form of drama besides that which is on stage.
It's in the making, hopefully done by tonight!
Now it's off to the beach I go. I was rolling dolo and helped some herbs open these two chicks tanning. There was a
Legit 9, Armenian (3rd generation but elegantly ethnic looking still), beautiful tan, banging body with the most amazing hourglass shape, dark brown hair down to her ass. I don't have a type, But I Think I may now.
I gamed her, was about to get the number, she was into me for sure. Those fucking kids started asking ages....you can guess what happened next. They thought I was 18 or 19. (I'm 23) So the other guy gets the uggos number, I'm about to ask for the 9s number.
Biggest Shit Eating Grin On Ever (only in my head, I have a superb poker face.) It turns out she was 15!!!! Going on sophomore in HIGH SCHOOL. I'm like fuck...
This chick was more woman that I have seen in the last 6 months and was eye-fucking the shit out of me. Oh well...always more fish in the sea. Though I do know her name and enough from the convo to look her up via the web (lives close)...just kidding...maybe...not really. It can just be platonic for two and half years? She'll understand that I need to see other women in the meantime, of course. I will have to keep an eye on any high school chode that makes a move on her of course!
(Disclaimer: The part about me actually contacting this girl may or may not be based on fact, or even reality for that matter. I think it was just a dream, possibly.
This one is a shout out for
theGmanifesto. If this actually does happen, I have no say in the matter. It was predicted by a gypsy in my dream last night. It was written and so it shall be.