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User:Nuclear5641It is commonplace to see people struggling to lose weight, and perhaps slightly less commonplace to see those tryingto put on some. I fall into neither of those categories. Among the myriad other possibilities of uncommonplaceness, Istruggle not to alternate between the two commonplace extremes and instead to exert a steady control over myweight, which is enough to build a category for itself, but alas, failure ensues my every effort. I'm often seen either asan overweight, confoundedly overweight, six-foot giant with an overcritical negativity towards stories with happyendings, or a hollow beanpole with the same attitude. Since my weight transitions happen almost overnight, thosepoor buggers who judge me based on my appearance (and my criticality) have a limited time frame to catch glimpsesof my being an elated happy camper.My failure to maintain a stable weight, and indeed my failure to accomplish any task successfully to completion, canbe traced back to my dysfunctional, oppressive, loathsome school teachers who had their mission, it seems, todeconstruct my self-esteem and never let go of any opportunity, however irrelevant or unrelated to me, to mock me.(That could also be why I mock them - to balance the score - but I digress). I had a more constructive and lovingrelationship, as I still do, with the school janitors than I did with most of the teachers and the series of obnoxiousPrincipals who came and went one after the other like one disappointing African warlord after another. In retrospect,even though they all thought I would be thanking them in the future for their cruel misdemeanor since it'smisdemeanor that forges good character, I take pleasure in looking at them as small-minded tyrants who will meettheir maker before me.School was a thousand centuries ago. The point was only to illustrate how childhood scars can haunt the haunted forlife. In my case, though, those scars healed quickly and I've grown way past petty finger-pointing. But it did teachme important lessons on how to raise my kids and which school and type of school not to send them to. Parentingskills were the only thing I learned at school, to the irony of it.I generally don't carry the burden of regret with me. Shit happens, find a way to atone, if you can atone, and/or moveon. But retrospectoscope, combined with the awesome range of introspectoscope, can be a very useful tool insofar asatonement allows you to scope, and the inspiring combination of the two scopes has led me to relearn many of thepreviously learned sciences and arts that I regret having unconsciously unlearned, or, unsurprisingly, never havinglearned in the first place. Social science, particularly history and economics, and natural science, particularlyDarwinian evolutionary biology, and the interaction of those two particulars that gives birth to the school ofevolutionary psychology and sociology are at the prime topics of focus that interest and excite me. And ever sincegraduating school, I have developed an almost unhealthy love for postmodern literature, smitten by every word ofevery book I have had the pleasure of reading in that genre. (That's not to say I don't read other genres, because I do,but postmodern will always be my first love).My real first love, however, was short stories. I love short stories about as much as I love KFC, need short storiesabout as much as I need KFC. In that sense, I'm lucky to be living in a world where there are as many short stories asthere are KFC outlets. Oh wait, I probably made a disproportionate comparison there. Nevertheless, I'm glad I'mliving in a world where stories, short or long, great films, and fleshy KFC fried chicken legs never run out.I would've said I'm passionate about life, and I almost did type it, but in the words of Cormac McCarthy, whobitchslapped Oprah Winfrey in an interview with these words, "Passion is a fancy word." So I'll take the safer andmore meaningful route and say that I'm in love with life and all the wonderful things, despite the shitstorm it cansometimes put you through, it presents. Too cheesy? Well, suck it! BS is not always BS.(I was just kidding about being a failure at everything I do, by the way; that would be, how shall we put it,unrealistic!)

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