Post by Deverex on Aug 6, 2008 0:23:47 GMT -6
My name is Derek, I'm Shyft Trakia-Vorga VahtiDahl's little brother
I am somewhat addicted to working out, but mostly am addicted to how my body looks.
When I was still a little lad, I mostly hung around with The Gabber Jihad AKA DJBladereaper AKA Jack, went to school, and led a pretty much boring life. I had a good amount of friends, mostly ones that I just talked to at school. But i had a close group of friends that i hung around with outside of school other than Jack. They were my bestest buds, I hung out with them everyday after school and everyday during the summer. I don't think I could have been closer to them. I even had at least one person from that group of friends in every single one of my classes. But around 5th grade I didn't have anyone I knew in that class, so I did what any "normal" kid would do and tried to find someone cool to talk to. There was one cool person in the class and started to hang out with him. My other group of friends didn't like that too much. They thought that he was trying to take me away from them (their words not mine). So they did what any "normal" kid who was mad at another kid would do. They made fun of him on the playground. I didn't stand for this, so I told the group of friends to "grow up" or I wouldn't hang out with them anymore. They didn't like that one bit. One day they decided to invite me over to one of their houses, because I haven't seen em in a while. (this was also about the same time that I stopped believing in god). Their voices sounded like something was up, but i paid no attention to that fact at the time, so I went to their house like any other fool, with the mindset that I was going to tell them that I didn't believe in god anymore. This is most likely one of the biggest mistakes of my life (telling them, not stopping to believe in god). So i got there and it was a good 'ole time, until I decided to tell em that I didn't believe in god anymore. They didn't like that one bit (somewhat hardcore christians). They started yelling at me, saying things like "your going to burn in hell" and "how can you even say such a thing?" I didn't really care so much, so i just ignored them and went home. The next day the same people called me up and asked if i could come over, and as usual I dropped everything so i could hang out with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. When I got there they were standing in a half circle (there was about 4 of them, I cant remember the exact number) (also keep in mind that I was extremely weak at this point and time). They only said one thing to me "Do 20 pushups" all I could really say was "What? Why?" they responded "Do 20 pushups NOW!" so i was kind of weirded out at this point, but I got down and started to do them. There was only one problem with this though, when i got to 10 pushups, and was still going strong, they kicked me flat on my face, totally didn't expect it. I said "What the fuck?" they said "awwww (sad voice) looks like you have to start over". I was thinking at this point that something was going on (I was a little slow). I started over, 20 pushups wasn't that hard after all. Again once I hit 10 they kicked me down, they screamed "START OVER". this went on 3 more times, and I was starting to get tired. So I stood up and said "You know what, this is fucked up I'm leaving if you guys are going to be dicks." they responded as if they had planned to say this "Well if you can do 20 pushups or start believing in god again, then you can be our friends, but until then you arnt." I didn't really know what to think at that point. So I just went home and thought nothing of it. (again, yes, I was a little slow) That was the day I lost all of my friends except one. (I had stopped hanging out with Jack for some time) So there I was not really knowing what to think of anything, I tired talking some reason into them, but with no success. After about a half a year of this, I stopped even trying. (I don't really know how I put up with that shit for so long) The summer after 5th grade going into 6th, I got the idea in my head that they didn't want me in their group because I was weak. (I still cant believe how stupid I was, Shyft knows) so I did what any person would do if they had a problem that needed correcting. I fixed it. I worked out every single day of the summer, and eventually became somewhat the person I am today. I became obsessed with the feeling I got after working out. Thus i became obsessed with working out.
Just a little about my childhood
I might add on some more to this if I want to. We will see.
I am somewhat addicted to working out, but mostly am addicted to how my body looks.
When I was still a little lad, I mostly hung around with The Gabber Jihad AKA DJBladereaper AKA Jack, went to school, and led a pretty much boring life. I had a good amount of friends, mostly ones that I just talked to at school. But i had a close group of friends that i hung around with outside of school other than Jack. They were my bestest buds, I hung out with them everyday after school and everyday during the summer. I don't think I could have been closer to them. I even had at least one person from that group of friends in every single one of my classes. But around 5th grade I didn't have anyone I knew in that class, so I did what any "normal" kid would do and tried to find someone cool to talk to. There was one cool person in the class and started to hang out with him. My other group of friends didn't like that too much. They thought that he was trying to take me away from them (their words not mine). So they did what any "normal" kid who was mad at another kid would do. They made fun of him on the playground. I didn't stand for this, so I told the group of friends to "grow up" or I wouldn't hang out with them anymore. They didn't like that one bit. One day they decided to invite me over to one of their houses, because I haven't seen em in a while. (this was also about the same time that I stopped believing in god). Their voices sounded like something was up, but i paid no attention to that fact at the time, so I went to their house like any other fool, with the mindset that I was going to tell them that I didn't believe in god anymore. This is most likely one of the biggest mistakes of my life (telling them, not stopping to believe in god). So i got there and it was a good 'ole time, until I decided to tell em that I didn't believe in god anymore. They didn't like that one bit (somewhat hardcore christians). They started yelling at me, saying things like "your going to burn in hell" and "how can you even say such a thing?" I didn't really care so much, so i just ignored them and went home. The next day the same people called me up and asked if i could come over, and as usual I dropped everything so i could hang out with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. When I got there they were standing in a half circle (there was about 4 of them, I cant remember the exact number) (also keep in mind that I was extremely weak at this point and time). They only said one thing to me "Do 20 pushups" all I could really say was "What? Why?" they responded "Do 20 pushups NOW!" so i was kind of weirded out at this point, but I got down and started to do them. There was only one problem with this though, when i got to 10 pushups, and was still going strong, they kicked me flat on my face, totally didn't expect it. I said "What the fuck?" they said "awwww (sad voice) looks like you have to start over". I was thinking at this point that something was going on (I was a little slow). I started over, 20 pushups wasn't that hard after all. Again once I hit 10 they kicked me down, they screamed "START OVER". this went on 3 more times, and I was starting to get tired. So I stood up and said "You know what, this is fucked up I'm leaving if you guys are going to be dicks." they responded as if they had planned to say this "Well if you can do 20 pushups or start believing in god again, then you can be our friends, but until then you arnt." I didn't really know what to think at that point. So I just went home and thought nothing of it. (again, yes, I was a little slow) That was the day I lost all of my friends except one. (I had stopped hanging out with Jack for some time) So there I was not really knowing what to think of anything, I tired talking some reason into them, but with no success. After about a half a year of this, I stopped even trying. (I don't really know how I put up with that shit for so long) The summer after 5th grade going into 6th, I got the idea in my head that they didn't want me in their group because I was weak. (I still cant believe how stupid I was, Shyft knows) so I did what any person would do if they had a problem that needed correcting. I fixed it. I worked out every single day of the summer, and eventually became somewhat the person I am today. I became obsessed with the feeling I got after working out. Thus i became obsessed with working out.
Just a little about my childhood
I might add on some more to this if I want to. We will see.
I don't get it. 
I only hope you've gotten though that 
hope I don't sound like a chick. 