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A True Understanding Of It All (Why I Became A Furry)
3 years ago
It’s one helluva reveal, isn’t it? So much for me being on this planet for so many years. I’m just going to get this out there, so bear in mind that this isn’t Ashtar Skeletonheart Flamehammer or Skully Sanderson talking. This is the real me.
From the moment I was born I was destined to live in financial poverty and have only grown wealthier in knowledge and awareness. I’m not necessarily the kind of person that would want to be the best, because I’m not and never could be. I’m just a mentally addled human being with the spirit animals of a wolf, tiger and sloth living within my blood. It’s not like I’m going to die in fifty or sixty years, I probably won’t make it another ten or twenty with the way everything has gone for all of us. I’m not sure if I can warrant surviving another decade with the world falling apart as it is, but I’m okay with that anyway.
I have had a death wish from the moment I came into the world, but the doctors that studied me after my birth explained to my parents that they never saw anything quite like me before and that I was completely different in terms of mentality and not so much in physical fitness or anything like that. I have had the longest time in the past year to truly dig deep into my own personal journey to see what was wrong with me; and, in the end, I realized that I was born with seven mental disorders of which cannot possibly be cured with any pill outside of first aid. Nobody would know at first glance how a guy with Asperger’s, AD/HD, Oppositional Defiance, chronic depression, severe generalized anxiety, savantism and a mild case of mental retardation can carry himself so well in spite of having lived on the edge of a nervous breakdown for the best half of twenty years.
As I enter my 30s I will say that I am NOT special, but the simple fact that I managed to compose dozens of musical track lists across five musical projects where I do almost all of the album artwork, all of the writing, recording and production and somehow managed to find the time to do this in just a decade is. All that couples with the fact that I have been blessed to share thousands of works with the world of my creativity across some eleven years (over 10,000 as of October 2022), and that I have been working with my family and friends to help them out with keeping house. I have a lot to be proud of and a lot to be grateful for; but, with all that I have seen it’s a slight understatement when I say that I have no desire to exist anymore. Is that going to stop me from living my best life? Absolutely not. I simply gave too many fucks, but I still have many more stories to tell.
If you’re interested in having me draw some stuff up for you I will have no problem with negotiating a price. I have a CashApp, but I will only reveal my handle on an Ask And You Shall Receive basis.