Rumors of my existance are greatly exaggerated
PostPosted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 10:16 am
Greetings. I am Kaemmerite and I may be kinda infamous around these parts...I won't say why but if you were there you know. I didn't want to do this at a hundred posts and be cliche (dunno how to do accents) but that's how it turned out...d'oh.
Before I begin, I will say that this is pretty long. Insanely long. It's also fairly depressing near the beginning, but I will try to put in jokes to increase the overall enjoyability.
Yeah, and we all know how well my jokes go over on this site...
If you bail out now I don't mind. Makes no difference to me. But if you make it through the whole thing, more power to ya. Get comfortable.
First off the physical stuff. I'm 6'3", and I weigh 230 pounds. Yeah, I'm fat. So what? Everyone loves fat people! Drew Carey, Santa Claus, Chris Farley, Cedric the Entertainer...the list goes on! I won't reveal my real name...not on this thread. Of course, if you've been paying attention (to me? Yeah, right), I've already posted my real name on this site once. And at least one person out there knows it for sure (you know who you are ).
I have three tattooes, all of which I got in Croatia, which actually has extremely sanitary tattoo parlors. I have the symbol of Saturn (Hotaru-chan!) on my right arm with the Silence Glaive going through it. On my left shoulder blade I have a naked chick (it's tasteful though, there aren't even any nipples), and on my right shoulder blade I have a kewl looking European dragon (Chinese dragons suck!).
Next, my friend who has studied (and is continuing to study) psychiatry says that I am manic depressive. What does that mean? In layman's terms (which is the standard) it means my state of emotional being is like a roller coaster ride; really high ups and really low downs, for no reason at all. I can be really happy, then really depressed with nothing to trigger it. (A peek at my daily schedule reveals...)
8:00 AM: Manic
9:00 AM: Depressive
10:00 AM: Manic
11:00 AM: Depressive
And so on and so forth...okay, yeah, that joke probably fell flat. So what?!
Also, I have given up hope. Let me expand on that. I have no suicidal tendencies anymore. I did in middle school and it's only because of a good friend and lots of grace from God that I am alive today, and I realize now suicide is stupid. However I am an extreme pessimist. Like maybe a pessimist squared, if you will. My motto is, "If you always expect the worst out of life, you'll never be disappointed." I don't have hope because in my experience hope always gets shattered. For me, hope has been a big freakin' lie and always makes me feel worse 'cuz I had such high expectations. I have no hope, therefore I have no reason to be disappointed.
This may go without saying, but I also have low self esteem. Why? I dunno. Because I screw up everything I attempt to do? That's why I joined the Navy. I had a C average in high school and I only scored an 1100 on my SAT. To me that was a horrible score. I thought, "What college is going to accept me?" so I never applied to any, and had to resort to the military. It may have something to do with the fact that I got out of the naval nuclear school two weeks before graduation. A year and a half of my life down the drain. The low self-esteem may also have to do with...
Women! Yep. I'm 23 years old and in addition to never having a girlfriend I've never even kissed a girl. Heck, I've never even held a girl's hand. I've been rejected by every girl I've ever asked out. To quote Drew Carey, "All I need now is to move in with my parents, wear a hawaiian shirt, and get a tropical fish tank and I'll be the world's biggest loser." Wait...at the moment I do live with my parents...and I'm pretty sure I have a hawaiian shirt...but I don't have a tropical fish tank! YES! I'm only the second biggest loser!
This leads to a severe problem I have with hentai. I don't care for pictures of real naked women, only the cartoons. I guess it's 'cuz I've never been rejected by a cartoon. Then again, they've never been given the chance. This leads to my thoughts on marriage.
I believe marriage to be a sacred union between a man and a woman that should never be broken by anything but death. Which is exactly why I'll never get married. To quote Rodney Carrington, "A man can only eat so many green M&Ms before he just says, '#@!* it, I want a red one!' I like green M&Ms, but I don't want to eat them every day for the rest of my life!" Of course I say this like it's my choice...just as well, as I don't really care for kids anyway. I think they're irritating until they become teenagers, and even then girls have their problems. If I ever had a daughter, and she started dating, I think I'd shoot her first boyfriend. The rest would probably get the hint.
Now the only subject I can't joke about. I used to be a writer. Used to. I've written hundreds upon hundreds of pages of stuff. That's all in the past. I gave it up about two years ago. Why, you ask? Well, two reasons. One: I can't write anything original. Sure, I've written lots of fanfics. But not a single original story in the bunch. Two: I wrote a 100+ Legend of Legaia fanfic.
Short aside: If you're an RPG gamer, and you've never played Legend of Legaia, what are you waiting for?! Go! Buy it, RIGHT NOW! It's one of the best RPGs ever for Playstation! But make sure you have a PS1 handy, because the game experiences ungodly amounts of slowdown on a PS2 for some reason.
Okay, short aside over. Anyway, I was so happy when I finished it. It's the only thing I've ever written that I've truly been proud of. That I thought was good. Then, a hurricane hit Norfolk. My car was in a bad section of the parking lot. It flooded. My notebook was on the floor. Completely and totally destroyed.
Since then I haven't been able to write. I've tried, Lord knows I've tried, but the words don't come to me anymore. I've lost my gift. I've only completed one story since then, and it's only about 30 pages, and in my opinion it sucks hard.
But now, on to the good stuff! W00t! People that like me say they feel good when I'm around. In fact, in the Navy, I had a lot of people tell me, "You know, Kotter, you're one of the few people I'm gonna miss when you leave." Yes, that's my real last name. Please, no "Welcome Back, Kotter" jokes! If you don't remember it ask your parents. It's where John Travolta got his start. "Yo, Mr. Kotter, you got any liverwurst?"
I have this ability to make people laugh (though not on this site apparently ). When one guy's fiancee broke up with him, he told me I was the only person who had been able to make him laugh in 2 days.
I'm a nice guy. I think a little too nice sometimes. Once I loaned this guy $1400 for rims for his car. I can't remember if he paid me back (did I mention I'm really forgetful? I'm not sure if I did...).
Yeah, people take advantage of me, especially women. I'm a sucker for a pretty face. I remember in nuke school this one chick always talked me into doing her cleaning duties for her...
That about sums it up! If you read the whole thing, congratulations! Whaddya want, a cookie? Well go ahead and have one 'cuz I don't care for cookies much (unless they're sugar cookies). If you didn't read the whole thing, well...then obviously you wouldn't be reading this part, so I have nothing to say to you.
Yeah, I still get depressed constantly, in fact at the time of writing this I'm kinda depressed. I know I'm screwed up in the head. Really screwed up. But I can deal with it and besides, every downswing eventually has its upswing and I'll be cheerful again. This body's only temporary anyway. So, until next time, keep watching the skis...er, skies.
P.S. If you ever feel depressed, go to nuklearpower.com, look in the archives, and check out cartoon number 333. I GUARANTEE you will laugh. (Legal note: not a guarantee)
Before I begin, I will say that this is pretty long. Insanely long. It's also fairly depressing near the beginning, but I will try to put in jokes to increase the overall enjoyability.
Yeah, and we all know how well my jokes go over on this site...
If you bail out now I don't mind. Makes no difference to me. But if you make it through the whole thing, more power to ya. Get comfortable.
First off the physical stuff. I'm 6'3", and I weigh 230 pounds. Yeah, I'm fat. So what? Everyone loves fat people! Drew Carey, Santa Claus, Chris Farley, Cedric the Entertainer...the list goes on! I won't reveal my real name...not on this thread. Of course, if you've been paying attention (to me? Yeah, right), I've already posted my real name on this site once. And at least one person out there knows it for sure (you know who you are ).
I have three tattooes, all of which I got in Croatia, which actually has extremely sanitary tattoo parlors. I have the symbol of Saturn (Hotaru-chan!) on my right arm with the Silence Glaive going through it. On my left shoulder blade I have a naked chick (it's tasteful though, there aren't even any nipples), and on my right shoulder blade I have a kewl looking European dragon (Chinese dragons suck!).
Next, my friend who has studied (and is continuing to study) psychiatry says that I am manic depressive. What does that mean? In layman's terms (which is the standard) it means my state of emotional being is like a roller coaster ride; really high ups and really low downs, for no reason at all. I can be really happy, then really depressed with nothing to trigger it. (A peek at my daily schedule reveals...)
8:00 AM: Manic
9:00 AM: Depressive
10:00 AM: Manic
11:00 AM: Depressive
And so on and so forth...okay, yeah, that joke probably fell flat. So what?!
Also, I have given up hope. Let me expand on that. I have no suicidal tendencies anymore. I did in middle school and it's only because of a good friend and lots of grace from God that I am alive today, and I realize now suicide is stupid. However I am an extreme pessimist. Like maybe a pessimist squared, if you will. My motto is, "If you always expect the worst out of life, you'll never be disappointed." I don't have hope because in my experience hope always gets shattered. For me, hope has been a big freakin' lie and always makes me feel worse 'cuz I had such high expectations. I have no hope, therefore I have no reason to be disappointed.
This may go without saying, but I also have low self esteem. Why? I dunno. Because I screw up everything I attempt to do? That's why I joined the Navy. I had a C average in high school and I only scored an 1100 on my SAT. To me that was a horrible score. I thought, "What college is going to accept me?" so I never applied to any, and had to resort to the military. It may have something to do with the fact that I got out of the naval nuclear school two weeks before graduation. A year and a half of my life down the drain. The low self-esteem may also have to do with...
Women! Yep. I'm 23 years old and in addition to never having a girlfriend I've never even kissed a girl. Heck, I've never even held a girl's hand. I've been rejected by every girl I've ever asked out. To quote Drew Carey, "All I need now is to move in with my parents, wear a hawaiian shirt, and get a tropical fish tank and I'll be the world's biggest loser." Wait...at the moment I do live with my parents...and I'm pretty sure I have a hawaiian shirt...but I don't have a tropical fish tank! YES! I'm only the second biggest loser!
This leads to a severe problem I have with hentai. I don't care for pictures of real naked women, only the cartoons. I guess it's 'cuz I've never been rejected by a cartoon. Then again, they've never been given the chance. This leads to my thoughts on marriage.
I believe marriage to be a sacred union between a man and a woman that should never be broken by anything but death. Which is exactly why I'll never get married. To quote Rodney Carrington, "A man can only eat so many green M&Ms before he just says, '#@!* it, I want a red one!' I like green M&Ms, but I don't want to eat them every day for the rest of my life!" Of course I say this like it's my choice...just as well, as I don't really care for kids anyway. I think they're irritating until they become teenagers, and even then girls have their problems. If I ever had a daughter, and she started dating, I think I'd shoot her first boyfriend. The rest would probably get the hint.
Now the only subject I can't joke about. I used to be a writer. Used to. I've written hundreds upon hundreds of pages of stuff. That's all in the past. I gave it up about two years ago. Why, you ask? Well, two reasons. One: I can't write anything original. Sure, I've written lots of fanfics. But not a single original story in the bunch. Two: I wrote a 100+ Legend of Legaia fanfic.
Short aside: If you're an RPG gamer, and you've never played Legend of Legaia, what are you waiting for?! Go! Buy it, RIGHT NOW! It's one of the best RPGs ever for Playstation! But make sure you have a PS1 handy, because the game experiences ungodly amounts of slowdown on a PS2 for some reason.
Okay, short aside over. Anyway, I was so happy when I finished it. It's the only thing I've ever written that I've truly been proud of. That I thought was good. Then, a hurricane hit Norfolk. My car was in a bad section of the parking lot. It flooded. My notebook was on the floor. Completely and totally destroyed.
Since then I haven't been able to write. I've tried, Lord knows I've tried, but the words don't come to me anymore. I've lost my gift. I've only completed one story since then, and it's only about 30 pages, and in my opinion it sucks hard.
But now, on to the good stuff! W00t! People that like me say they feel good when I'm around. In fact, in the Navy, I had a lot of people tell me, "You know, Kotter, you're one of the few people I'm gonna miss when you leave." Yes, that's my real last name. Please, no "Welcome Back, Kotter" jokes! If you don't remember it ask your parents. It's where John Travolta got his start. "Yo, Mr. Kotter, you got any liverwurst?"
I have this ability to make people laugh (though not on this site apparently ). When one guy's fiancee broke up with him, he told me I was the only person who had been able to make him laugh in 2 days.
I'm a nice guy. I think a little too nice sometimes. Once I loaned this guy $1400 for rims for his car. I can't remember if he paid me back (did I mention I'm really forgetful? I'm not sure if I did...).
Yeah, people take advantage of me, especially women. I'm a sucker for a pretty face. I remember in nuke school this one chick always talked me into doing her cleaning duties for her...
That about sums it up! If you read the whole thing, congratulations! Whaddya want, a cookie? Well go ahead and have one 'cuz I don't care for cookies much (unless they're sugar cookies). If you didn't read the whole thing, well...then obviously you wouldn't be reading this part, so I have nothing to say to you.
Yeah, I still get depressed constantly, in fact at the time of writing this I'm kinda depressed. I know I'm screwed up in the head. Really screwed up. But I can deal with it and besides, every downswing eventually has its upswing and I'll be cheerful again. This body's only temporary anyway. So, until next time, keep watching the skis...er, skies.
P.S. If you ever feel depressed, go to nuklearpower.com, look in the archives, and check out cartoon number 333. I GUARANTEE you will laugh. (Legal note: not a guarantee)