That was a rather large hearted gesture from you. I have to admit it was entirely unexpected. I’m sorry I treated you so poorly in the past. Your post was exactly what I needed to see right now, thank you.
This part is going to get long, but it concerns everyone in Memphis. To be respectful, I’m going to put it in a spoiler tag:
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[details=Spoiler]I also need to do some explaining of my own. I’m sorry I blew up at Orel Wednesday night, but for the record it wasn’t because I was angry at losing to Cylus, or still out of any anger I may have had from losing to Anthony the week before. It was an attempt to confront him about some issues I’ve had with him for well over a year now regarding the way he treats me that blew up in my face, and I couldn’t contain my anger and made myself look like an ass in public.
The facts regarding last week are as follows: I talked too much shit and looked like an idiot when I lost. I didn’t actually want to talk trash, as I hate trash talk with a passion. People have told me I do it too much, but it’s only because I want to fit in. From now on there will be no more trash talking from me. I want to be the type of player who is known to encourage people and help them out when they’re down, not the other way around. If I was upset at the match, it was because I thought he would use it as an excuse to not play Marvel anymore (which I told him personally), and it only lasted for a day. People thought I was upset for longer than that, but that was because the next day I had to appear in court over a traffic ticket that was of some import that it be dropped, but it wasn’t. I now owe $151 in court costs, which combined with the fact that I haven’t paid my rent yet for this month, puts me into a rather large bind.
Speaking of which, I won’t mince words here: my life as it stands is falling apart, and has been since I lost my job last year. I haven’t been able to find work in Memphis, Oxford, or Jackson, and even two part-time jobs would not be enough to make ends meet. I barely pay my bills with unemployment, stick modding, and whatever odd jobs I can find in the community. My father is also very likely about to go to prison for the rest of his life, and my mother is disabled and cannot fend for herself. My sister and her husband had to move in to take care of her. This, in addition to a few traumatic events that happened during my childhood and teenage years that people in Memphis have unknowingly uprooted have caused my patience and self-control to wear very, very thin.
This brings me to my next point. People in Memphis may think they’re joking when they do things like call me gay because I don’t want to date anyone, or because I haven’t had sex with every gorgeous woman in Oxford. I’ve asked certain people on numerous occasions to respect my decision, because while it seems irrational to them I have very real and valid reasons for being the way I am. I will not discuss them in public, but if asked in private I’ll talk about them. I have not had an easy life. Years of therapy has not helped. Antidepressants make things worse. I already dislike being around people enough as it is, and despite my seemingly outgoing personality it’s actually a huge task for me to reach out and make friends with people, and especially to trust them.
So now factor all that in to my current situation. Due to my life experiences, I’m typically a very thick-skinned person. Not much upsets me. However things changed a year ago, and I find my patience wearing thing more and more. I’m also losing the ability to distinguish between a joke and an insult. When I’m playing in a match and getting rattled over losing, when someone shouts out “YOU SUCK, DUCKIE!” it hurts me very much. When someone calls me gay because I won’t go talk to a pretty girl, it upsets me. I feel like I cannot have fun and relax right now with things as they are. A friend is someone who stands with you through the rough patches and doesn’t require an explanation for all of your quirks: they simply accept you for who you are. As it stands I feel like very few people in Memphis accept me in this manner. I don’t ask much from any of you. I just want your respect and to accept me without explanation. I don’t feel like that’s happening. When I do tell people this, I get “well it’s just a joke.” That may be the case, but have any of you stopped to consider that some of it may go too far, that some of the issues that people tease me about may be very hurtful because I have issues about some of these things? Right now I feel like there are very few people in Memphis who actually listens and accept me. You all may think you’re my friend, but most of you aren’t treating me like one. I’m not asking to be coddled or treated like a baby, but I want all of you to consider that if I have a negative reaction to something you say, that there might just be something about the way you’re treating me.
My life is hard right now. I’m trying very hard to sort everything out, but it’s difficult and takes time. I come to Memphis despite being unable to afford it to relax and have fun with people who I view as friends and family. But right now I feel like I can’t relax because people are constantly putting me on edge. I can’t relax anymore. What’s the point of coming then, if most of you are making me feel like shit?
I admit I have some flaws, and they’re all things I’ve spoken to Sev about in great detail, and I’ll make them known here:
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I shit talk too much. I did it to fit in because that’s what everyone does. However it makes me feel bad about myself, especially when I lose. I want to be the type of person who is helpful and encouraging to other players. I promise I will not shit talk any more.
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People think I’m a pervert because of some of the things I say, and comments I make regarding women. Again, I do this to fit in and because I thought I was being funny. Despite popular belief, I do not need to get laid, and am satisfied with my being single. Yes, as Orel said, it’s been twelve years since I’ve had sex. That’s not something I wanted made public, but I don’t have that liberty anymore thanks to his post. However I do not need anyone to “fix” me by telling me I need to get laid, find a girlfriend, or sleep around with every woman in the city of Oxford. This is my choice, and without going too much into my personal history it’s a decision I have not made lightly. This is something I do not tolerate jokes about under any circumstance. Since I seem to have brought this upon myself by acting like such a pervert, I’m cutting down on the amount of jokes I make, if not completely.
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People think I hate gdbell. He has done things that violated my sense of justice, and has treated people in a manner that I felt he should have been banned for. However he’s a person too, and I’m not a mod, so I promise to lay off of him. The post to me that I quoted earlier opened my eyes and showed some real strength of character. The next time I see him he’ll be welcomed with opened arms. I’ll do whatever I can now to patch things up between us.
Also, in the future, if anyone has any issues with something I do or say, I ask that they address it with me as quickly as possible. I want to be friends with everyone, and don’t want any more bad blood arising because of things left unsaid.
I really need you guys to understand though that I’m completely stressed out and need friends who will stand with me and lift me up instead of make me feel bad. I haven’t been doing my part lately, but I’m going to change. I need you guys to do the same when I come back. I may be back Wednesday, but I need you to respect that I might not be back for a while, especially because my finances have run dry.[/details]