tell me about your childhood. what's your earliest mammary..er..memory

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Someone putting 50p behind my pillow while my mum walked my in the pram in Luggiebank Place in Bargeddie. I remember thinking in imagery and emotion, without words, that she was going to kep it for herself.

Number23 said:

a true Scot from birth.

you potahto, I say potato

Number23 said:

right off the bad, you had anger towards your mom. why?

purplerein said:

Anger only rises when the ego ties itself in knots of frustration. I had no ego then. I was hoping she'd buy something nice for herself with it, I suppose. Now tell me. Why did you think I was angry towards my mother?

Number23 said:

you said "she was going to kep it for herself"...you could have thought gee where did that coin come from, or i hope i get an ice cream. instead you thought she was gonna keep it. what happened to the coin?

purplerein said:

I can't remember. My next memory is using one of those red and yellow Easyspell machines my auntie Elaine got me for my third birthday. I remember quite vividly just typing random letters into it, pressing the speak button and listening to the sound. Either that or asking my mum 'Is that a word?' She still talks about that sometimes. I quickly worked out what vowels were ( although I didn't know that word, obviously) and what letters went together in English to make functional working syllables. I was a clever wee cunt, you see.

Number23 said:

I've never seen a small, intelligent vagina. What do they look like? Germaine Greer?

Number23 said:

perhaps you feel your mom was always judging you, instead of praising you

Actually if the right questions are asked, and he's in the mood to answer them candidly, I think this thread will be the most fascinating thing I've read all year.

AsianBomb777 said:

if you're looking for the accountant's office, its down the next hallway. please close the door behind you, this is a private session

AsianBomb777 said:

still haven´t finished The Count of Monte Cristo then eh

purplerein said:

No. My mum and dad were always amazed at my brightness. But they never put any pressure on me either. They didn't and don't see themselves as clever people. My dad's a grafter, a provider, alpha male dude with my nose who loathes laziness and worked as everything from a builder to selling expensive fish door to door in a council estate, neither for any more money than could stop the phone being cut off maybe. The latter occupation being the desperate actions of a father of two trying to make sure his son and daughter got at least one present from Santa in 1987 so they weren't bullied at school.
My mum, i suppose, was satisfied with her role as housewife and mum. She was also a provider, although of physical violence which I admit I thoroughly deserved. Neither of them had or have any real ambitions. They've never been on holiday together since I was born, same house, circling each other for 27 years, but they're still deeply in love, heh. They make each other laugh. Money was never a guiding force in their lifes, although I admit it did cause a few arguments when there was none and things were getting cut off.


So, no. My parents never judge me. My dad gets on the verge of tears telling me how proud he is when he's had a wee drink.

AsianBomb777 said:

He could type randomness for hours and I'd probably read till my eyes bled.

Number23 said:

i see my work is done here. Please pay the receptionist on your way out. thank you!...next!

minneapolisgenius said:

you're my new favorite orger

purplerein said:

I rarely navelgaze or self-anylize or whatever the terminology is, but I'm fairly secure within myself and don't think I'd register any dramatic psychological deficencies if given a real evaluation. I don't look back. I'm just an ordinary guy, man.

potato

CarrieMpls said:

Number23 fascinates me to no end

And thank you for the kind comments Dan and Carrie. But I really don't try hard enough here anymore.

Number23 said:

See? Even this comment has me second guess his intentions

minneapolisgenius said:

Come back in, there's plenty of room on the couch.

Number23 said:

I would, but I have to sleep now. Or try to anyway.

Number23 said:

See, that's the thing. You don't even have to try.

CarrieMpls said:

Carrie, you should have just brought him home to Minny.

CarrieMpls said:

See, that's the thing. I don't even have to try. And now every coward with an ego and a chip on their shoulder will log onto their alter accounts and try to take me down with their wee matchstick arrows because they think I'm an overrated, arrogant, smug cunt. But I'm not any of those things, they're just wings I flap when I'm bored. The hate is probably what keeps me here. I love making talentless, self-loathing arseholes jealous. That's a big fault in me, but Jesus is in the post, I feel it. He'll tear apart and rebuild me.
[Edited 11/28/06 14:27pm]

Number23 said:

noone loves a narcissist as much as himself