Tuesday, 29. January 2008, 21:11:23
So here's the deal, I've been gang-tagged by Stomyr, Red, Kiran and Signe. I feel so dirty and used. I scrubbed and scrubbed but they just don't make water hot enough.
Details of the tag are the usual. Tell people six weird little facts about myself, tag six more people, etcetera, etcetera. Only real difference with this one is that we have to inform our own victims via their comments for some reason. Looks like someone got fed up of other people ignoring inboxed tag requests.
Oh well, first things first, lets reveal some weirdness.
Six Facts About Furie
1) Until I was thirteen I spent my life being told how worthless I was and having the crap kicked outta me by my mother. When I hit thirteen she threw me out on the street and life got a lot more bearable.
2) The name "Furie" comes from the first guy who set me up with a job. He didn't have any sons, just a couple of step-daughters, but he wanted someone to carry on his family name. He died of cancer a few years later. When I was looking to change my name to distance myself from my past and my family, it was natural to add that one to the choices.
3) By the time I hit fourteen I had three part time jobs and my own bedsit thanks to help starting out from a lot of people. By this time I was eating well again and never missed a day of work. My teachers and all the kids in my school thought I was irresponsible thanks to my efforts to keep up my responsibilities.
4) There was one teacher in high school who for some reason believed in me. He sat me down for a chat one day about my future. It was the first time anyone had told me they believed in me and it made a difference to my outlook on life. I improved my grades and passed my exams with the second highest results in my year. When I started college I went back to school to thank him but he wasn't in that day. I never got a chance to tell him just how much of a difference he made.
5) By the time I'd finished college and was halfway through Uni I'd worked my way up to my first managerial position. One of the lecturers didn't like me because my mate had dumped his daughter and he was giving me a hard time. As my job was starting to take more and more time I quit my main university course just before I'd completed it.
6) I kept my secondary course up while in Uni and was one of only three to pass. The course was basically a group of people sitting around, discussing old legends and using scientific methods to hypothesize how those things may be true. As one of the other students that passed was only in this country for their education and the course was discontinued soon afterwards I'm one of two people in this country who's officially qualified to fight monsters. So when the graves start opening and zombies walk the earth I'll be at home waiting for a call from the government.
So that's me. Thanks to some stupid ideas when younger I'm qualified to do a job that will only be profitable when half the world starts dying but still moving around. I owe my teenaged survival in this world to so many people who had unfounded faith in me, as well as multiple instances of coincidence and luck. The only person who was dvds meant to believe in me used me as a punching bag, both physically and mentally, for most of my formative years.
I'm here. I'm alive. I like myself as a person. I'm living proof that no matter where you come from you can become a good healthy person. And right now, I'm about to nominate my victims to carry on this tag. As always they'll be the six people on my recent visitors list when I started this post. If you've been tagged before, tough.
SuperKimmi
Reddyred
clandestino12
Darko
Caitlin
Qlue
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Shame on you.
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