So, I've never been the type to really talk to people. I keep my friends close and everyone else as far away as possible. This is how my life has always been, and i don't see it changing.
It all started when i was just a wee laddy. I didn't have the best of upbringings. I was taught the right things. Say your please and thank you's. Treat people how you'd like to be treated. Don't steal. Eat your carrots and you'll be able to see in the dark. You know, all the things a usual growing boy is taught. I guess the problem was that i grew up too fast. I couldn't get along with other growing boys around my age, they were too stupid, too childish. No one understood this. Of course i loved reading biff, chip and kipper. Did it satisfy my needs? Nah, not even close. I wanted to envelope myself in information, i loved being able to delve deep into a story, really place myself into them, feel every word of an Artemis Fowl book, like i was really there. I had a colourful imagination, a strong imagination. Reading was a big part of my life and i'd do it all day, i'd read in the morning, at school, at play time, at home, just before bed until i fell asleep with the book still open in my hand.
This all got suppressed by my education. Going to school, i got bullied. Always by the same kid, i knew what the right thing to do was, the right thing to do was to tell the teachers, get an adult to sort it out. So i did just that, i told the teachers, i told them every time something happened. They did nothing about it, every day it was the same old. Deep down i just wanted to sort it out myself but what could i do? I couldn't retaliate because if i did, that's going against what i knew is best, i knew that it would make me just as bad as him. This started to eat at me as it went on. I'd try to take myself out of this world into a new world, inside my books at night but all i could do was dread going to school the next day. I couldn't take myself away, i could imagine the worlds, i could draw them out, i could feel the words and their impact, but i couldn't take myself away because the pain and dread of going back to school kept me here, like my mind was being tied up.
None of this was helped by my school. Not only did they do nothing to prevent the bullying. They also taught everyone at the same level. Whether you're a fast learner, or a slow learner, everyone has to go at the same pace. This didn't work for me at all. You see, now i know that i'm a kinetic learner. I like to do things, i like to learn from my mistakes, i like to really dive deep and learn with my hands. I guess this comes from my school years where i just struggled to keep focus. Back in school, we had story time, but story time was always one of those books like biff, chip and kipper, or the Hungry Caterpillar, or Elmer. Now, i'm not saying they're not great stories. But i needed more, i needed my mind to be engaged. It was in this time that i quickly and strongly developed a hatred for people that don't read properly. You know the kind of people that i'm talking about. Those people that would have to read out in class, and always missed out words and would read out their own words. It's not that i had any personal issue with them, it's just that i couldn't cope, that's not what the author wrote down, that's not what they envisioned, how they wrote the story. And this really bugged me, it still does bug me. But this, combined with the low level books, the slow paced teaching, the bullying and the very hands off approach to everything led me to shut off in school. I hated it.