28 December, 2006
…and maybe don’t even want to. I usually don’t post personal stuff on here, but I’ve been called out by Matt and Amber, and have to write five things on my blog or my wishes won’t come true. I think….
Anyway, time to dig through the blackmail file and see what I can give out before other people do….
I could cheat here and post up five obscure things about my childhood. But, I think I’ll put a bit of info out here for anyone that really cares. Yes, both of you. And my stalker(s).
1. I grew up in a blue collar family. Or, in common terms, I grew up poor. My father worked on an assembly line putting together vending machines and my mom was a stay-at-home mom for the most part. She was a bookkeeper for the state before she had kids, and she went back to college to get a 2-year accounting degree while I was in junior high school; this was one of the causes for the divorce between my parents. I’m actually the first person in either family to get a 4-year college degree. And, to quote the band Everclear, I’ve known the joy of a welfare Christmas. You know those toy drives they have around Christmas? Yeah, that was the source of my Christmas gifts a few holiday seasons. On the bright side, I think growing up poor gave me an appreciation for how to do more with less, especially when it comes to finances.
2. I started almost everything late in life. I didn’t cry when I was born, even when the doctor swatted my bottom; I was told that I was too busy looking around and taking in the sights. I started walking and talking later than expected. I don’t remember much in my life before I started going to school. The first thing I really remember in my life is that the school bus didn’t stop to pick me up (the driver wasn’t told I was a new stop), so someone came and picked me up from the school; I remember riding in a Jeep, staring at the shift knob wondering what it was for. Being born in November, I didn’t start school until the next year compared to all my friends that were born September or earlier. Even when I did start school, they thought I was “developmentally challenged” and put me into the slower Kindergarten class. This has continued until recent times, too; I didn’t learn to drive until I was in college, either. I didn’t even consider making games professionally until I was just about to graduate college. So, don’t be surprised when I show up late. ;)
3. I’m really, really introverted. Yeah, I know, I’ve written about introversion a lot before, but I don’t think people understand how much it affects me because I’ve learned to extrovert well. I’m still uncomfortable in large social situations, I don’t pick up on a lot of the cues other people do, and I don’t always follow-up with people as I should. Sometimes I feel almost sociopathic because I don’t miss people, or get really upset over deaths, as much as other people seem to. Almost, because I still feel emotions and still think it’s a good idea to follow the law. And, as a typical introvert, I tend to overanalyze things and worry a bit about if someone is treating me differently for some reason. But, keep this in mind if I don’t write back immediately or if I seem a bit distant at a conference. Given what she wrote in her first item, I think Amber understands this.
4. I hate hero worship. This is the reason I enjoy sports games, but I hate professional sports. Celebrity gossip simply irritates me; I don’t care who is having a baby, who is adopting, or any of that garbage out of Hollywood. Even though I enjoy a lot of music, I rarely find out anything about the band doing the music. I never had heroes growing up like most kids did. This isn’t to say that I don’t admire people, particularly some historic figures, but I don’t get so blinded by worship that I think they can do no wrong or that I need to know every possible detail of their lives. And, yes, that means my stalker(s) aren’t really impressing me. ;)
5. My biggest fear is losing my mental faculties. The scariest part of growing old, for me, is the possibility of growing senile. The movie A Beautiful Mind could be classified a horror movie for me. It’s horrifying to have to choose between brilliant craziness and a mundane life. The absolute worst situation would be where I was still conscious, but unable to move my body; I’d almost certainly lapse into mental breakdown of constant daydreaming. People that know me know that I tend to be a bit spacey anyway, but I don’t really live a life of constant fear. :)
Time to call out some other people, I guess. I’m most curious about Richard, Danc, Chas, Matthew, and Grimwell. Bare your souls! Show the world you’re really just a big ball of crazy barely kept together by games.