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Being Me, If I Can
by Dylan J. Morrison
Chapters 1-9
written on a bored day in May, 2004.
11.264648 Kilobytes of introspection
206 Lines of Explanation
11608 characters of me blabbering on like an idiot.
Prologue:
Dylan. A tall, portly 16 year old with way more computer knowledge than is safe.
His long dark, messy, greasy hair getting in the way whenever possible. His
sarcastic, cynical view of the world is plainly visible in his facial
expressions. Also visible, though harder to see, is a deep longing for someone
to share his thoughts and his feelings with. Fortunately, he likes writing...
Chapter 1: Birth
Dylan was brought kicking and screaming into this world by a man with a knife.
Yes, he was a cesarian section. Fairly common these days, especially among what,
in his opinion, are the lazier women, who do it not out of necessity, but out of
the ease of the operation compared to normal birth. Of course, he has no idea
of the pain of childbirth, and should keep his mouth shut. He has no idea
whether his own mother was one of the aforementioned women, though he hopes not.
Shortly after birth, some man noticed that one his eyes refused to follow the
other as he looked around the room. Thinking that he had a lazy eye, the man put
an eye patch over the other one. Dylan immediately started crying, and was taken
to a smarter man for examination. After dialating Dylan's pupils, the Doctor
looked in and was taken aback by the first case of Morning Glory Disk Syndrome
he had ever had. Dylan was to be blind for the rest of his life, due to a
"flower-shaped" (bullshit in his opinion) lump in his optic nerve. Other strange
things about him would be discovered later.
Chapter 2: Oldschool Pain
Dylan was a crybaby. He was sensitive, he was later on thought to have ADD,
though this was even later proven to be false, and he was overall loud. Frankly,
he was a pain in the ass. Yet, when he was alone, or with a small group of
people, he seemed calm, collected. It seems to him now that it would have been
a natural conclusion that he was afraid of people. But this conclusion was reached
later. He had a fairly peaceful elementary school life, peppered though with strange
outbursts, tantrums, and misunderstandings, but helped along by the few people who
seemed, though they did not understand what was wrong with him, to in some way
understand him. Patrick, Andrew, Spencer, Nolan, Nick, and others whose names just
won't seem to come to him right now, they all gave him encouragement. Early on,
it was especially Patrick, whose annoying habit of moving away and then coming
back distanced him from Dylan. Later, it was especially Andrew, who listened
to every little story of life, of puppy love, of hardship, with attention and
compassion, and who spouted out his own stories, some obviously fake, with
equal vigor, and whose stories Dylan happily drank up.
Chapter 3: Fresher Memories
6th grade was a trial. Andrew, who Dylan had trusted for many years now,
slowly drifted away, becoming more and more introverted. Dylan became, with
the onset of puberty, more and more nervous around groups of people, who
now teased him without mercy. His grades began to slip. Organizational
problems began to show. Also, his homeroom and English teacher, whose name
will, for her own sake, be omitted, treated him like a total idiot,
even once remarking, while Dylan was having a party due to the fact he had
finally gotten through a term with all Bs, "You certainly aren't going to
pull that one off this term". Once she even went off on him for casually
taking a pencil from the jar where everyone who forgot a writing utensil
took pencils from, asking "Who gave you permission to go through my stuff,
you ungrateful twerp?!". And then there was the history teacher, who seemed
to hate her job wholeheartedly, and though she left Dylan well alone, and
basically spent the year showing videos to us while she sighed in the corner,
gave Dylan pangs of guilt for making her life that much more miserable.
His math teacher seemed to be the only one gunning for him. She helped him
email his homework home so he would remember it, advocated for him to the
other teachers, and most of all gave him words of encouragement, which
made him that much less likely to give up under increasing pressure.
His social life definitely took a dip. People started noticing his slowly
expanding middle, his lack of social skill, and his inability to play
sports, due to his lack of depth perception. He was picked on mercilessly,
even had his favorite pair of sneakers dumped into a toilet. He was
pushed into lockers, tripped in the hall while trying to go home,
had his glasses stepped on, broken, and pissed on, and general treated
like a shit. After what he realizes amounted to a nervous breakdown,
during which he cried nightly due to his fast slipping grades and lack
of friends, and refused to go to school, he was taken to a psychiatrist
who immediately diagnosed him as having Social Anxiety Disorder, among
a few other un-diagnosable problems relating to organization and memory,
and perscribed an anti-depressant, Paxil, to curb the symptoms. His parents
also decided to place him, for 7th grade, in a private school where
he could recieve individual attention daily.
He also found the internet, and found a group of people who slowly began
to hate him, the ZZTers.
Chapter 4: The Internet
The internet is a treacherous place for a 6th grader, especially one with
no social skills but with a deep-rooted need for acceptance. Accepted
into a small community of people who created games using a fairly old
system which he had discovered earlier, he, for a while, was happy.
Then he began to realize that he annoyed them. Not only did he annoy
them, and not only did he say some of the dumbest things ever while
around them, they only kept him around for the humor of it. This was not
all of them, thankfully, but it was still many of them. Dylan does not
like to remember these days, but they were angering and depressing.
Later on, he found a subset of this community which accepted him, and
a community which, for the most part, liked him or was indifferent to him,
but he was not out of the water yet.
Chapter 5: Privately Schooled
In Private school, Dylan started to turn his life around a bit, and he started
to become a calmer, quieter person. But he still lied whenever he got
nervous or felt unaccepted, and he still made his friends uncomfortable,
and made some enemies sometimes, though they never really lasted long.
In an environment with fewer people, I felt more at home, and I slowly
became familiar with each of their idiosyncracies, and they with mine.
I still had some problems with keeping friends, not being annoying, and
especially organization and schoolwork. I was repeatedly told that I was
amazingly bright yet frustratingly disorganized and forgetful, and I am
reminded of the professor from Flubber. I start telling people things I
shouldn't, utterly failing at getting the attention and love of various
young women, and feeling a little lonely. But I keep my chin up and strive
through. Due to the fact that I started feeling a little guilty about
the amount of money my parents were paying for me to go to this school,
and the fact that the work was getting over my head, I went back to
public highschool for 9th grade.
Chapter 6: The Internet, Revisited
After a while of taking abuse from many ZZTers, Dylan found a channel named
#loungeact started by a jolly little guy, who has lately been a bit
depressing, named Knightt. Though in shorter supply here, the ZZTers
who hated him still visited, and he ended up, at one point, threatening
suicide. It was at this point that Knightt, as he is keen to point out
any time anyone puts Knightt down, saved my life. Knightt convinced Dylan that
too many people love him for him to go out now. And Knightt was right.
Dylan forget how he found the Megazeuxers, but for a long time he found them
a lot more tolerable than the ZZTers, mainly because they found him a
lot more tolerable. But then when people started hating him again, he
turned to a standby that, though he was finding it to dig him deeper
more often than help him, he still used. Lying. He lied to them about many
things, and slowly but surely got caught. Often. One time, after being
caught plagiarizing someone elses C code for a game which he professed
to be his own, he broke down during a conversation with a man named Donut,
who made him feel like he was the most worthless slime that ever crawled out
of hell, faked an anxiety attack, posted the log of this happening on
the message boards where he thought people would be more sympathetic,
and got yelled at and banned. After that, he spent a while in various other
channels, grew up a lot more, learned a lot more about how to behave, and
then, one fateful day, came back.
Chapter 8: Gaining Respect
Nowadays, at least in the internet communities, Dylan is still picked on
a bit, and his past picked over and laughed at often, but he is admitted
by most to have improved, and accepted by a lot of people. Many still treat
him badly, but a lot do it as a joke, and those who dont are often viewed
by the others as jackasses anyway, and dismissed. The ZZTers, whom he tries
to stay away from any time possible, still hate his guts. To top it all off,
he has been unbanned from the message boards on which so many bad things happened,
He still, every now and then, pulls off something stupid, though this tends
more often to happen in his real life than on the internet, but people
more often understand and accept these little slip-ups. He finds being
online to rid him of a lot of anger, sadness, and general bad feeling
that he has, and is a little angry that he, as of this writing, can't
get online right now, due to a son of a bitch of a modem sitting in the
corner refusing to pick up a dialtone.
Chapter 9: Anonymous
Sure, he seems obsessed with the internet and computers in general, but realize
that, in the famous words of Moonpie, "He's only looking for a little bit of respect",
and moreover, he's browsing around for anywhere where he can find people he can talk to
about anything. And theres no better place to talk to people about anything
than a place where people don't actually know you, where you can remain anonymous.
Realize that and you realize that he isn't weird, he just finds his social outlet
somewhere else. Of course, bits can never replace true human interaction, and he
still makes sure to maintain some version of a social life with his friends, who
consist of Josh and his circle of friends, and branching out from there. He
sometimes feels a little pang of sadness when he sees Andrew, who after so long
of being such good friends with him, is now refusing to acknowledge Dylan's existance.
... This is only a part of a longer story, to be finished later, and here are some little
prototype chapter names for when I get around to it, followed by a description in parenthesis
of the chapters ...
Chapter 10: Creepy Freshman (9th grade and the summers surrounding it)
Chapter 11: Loneliness (Mainly women and my misfortune with them in the 6th-9th grades)
Chapter 12: Women, can't have 'em, can't live without 'em. (Women and my current misfortune with them, along with a little
tribute to one in particular)
Chapter 13: In the Middle (10th grade, to present)
Chapter 14: Academia (The dreaded MCAS exams, and anxieties about the future)
Chapter 15: A Tribute to Those who have always been there (Self-explanatory)
... Maybe more to follow later ...
by Dylan J. Morrison
Chapters 1-9
written on a bored day in May, 2004.
11.264648 Kilobytes of introspection
206 Lines of Explanation
11608 characters of me blabbering on like an idiot.
Prologue:
Dylan. A tall, portly 16 year old with way more computer knowledge than is safe.
His long dark, messy, greasy hair getting in the way whenever possible. His
sarcastic, cynical view of the world is plainly visible in his facial
expressions. Also visible, though harder to see, is a deep longing for someone
to share his thoughts and his feelings with. Fortunately, he likes writing...
Chapter 1: Birth
Dylan was brought kicking and screaming into this world by a man with a knife.
Yes, he was a cesarian section. Fairly common these days, especially among what,
in his opinion, are the lazier women, who do it not out of necessity, but out of
the ease of the operation compared to normal birth. Of course, he has no idea
of the pain of childbirth, and should keep his mouth shut. He has no idea
whether his own mother was one of the aforementioned women, though he hopes not.
Shortly after birth, some man noticed that one his eyes refused to follow the
other as he looked around the room. Thinking that he had a lazy eye, the man put
an eye patch over the other one. Dylan immediately started crying, and was taken
to a smarter man for examination. After dialating Dylan's pupils, the Doctor
looked in and was taken aback by the first case of Morning Glory Disk Syndrome
he had ever had. Dylan was to be blind for the rest of his life, due to a
"flower-shaped" (bullshit in his opinion) lump in his optic nerve. Other strange
things about him would be discovered later.
Chapter 2: Oldschool Pain
Dylan was a crybaby. He was sensitive, he was later on thought to have ADD,
though this was even later proven to be false, and he was overall loud. Frankly,
he was a pain in the ass. Yet, when he was alone, or with a small group of
people, he seemed calm, collected. It seems to him now that it would have been
a natural conclusion that he was afraid of people. But this conclusion was reached
later. He had a fairly peaceful elementary school life, peppered though with strange
outbursts, tantrums, and misunderstandings, but helped along by the few people who
seemed, though they did not understand what was wrong with him, to in some way
understand him. Patrick, Andrew, Spencer, Nolan, Nick, and others whose names just
won't seem to come to him right now, they all gave him encouragement. Early on,
it was especially Patrick, whose annoying habit of moving away and then coming
back distanced him from Dylan. Later, it was especially Andrew, who listened
to every little story of life, of puppy love, of hardship, with attention and
compassion, and who spouted out his own stories, some obviously fake, with
equal vigor, and whose stories Dylan happily drank up.
Chapter 3: Fresher Memories
6th grade was a trial. Andrew, who Dylan had trusted for many years now,
slowly drifted away, becoming more and more introverted. Dylan became, with
the onset of puberty, more and more nervous around groups of people, who
now teased him without mercy. His grades began to slip. Organizational
problems began to show. Also, his homeroom and English teacher, whose name
will, for her own sake, be omitted, treated him like a total idiot,
even once remarking, while Dylan was having a party due to the fact he had
finally gotten through a term with all Bs, "You certainly aren't going to
pull that one off this term". Once she even went off on him for casually
taking a pencil from the jar where everyone who forgot a writing utensil
took pencils from, asking "Who gave you permission to go through my stuff,
you ungrateful twerp?!". And then there was the history teacher, who seemed
to hate her job wholeheartedly, and though she left Dylan well alone, and
basically spent the year showing videos to us while she sighed in the corner,
gave Dylan pangs of guilt for making her life that much more miserable.
His math teacher seemed to be the only one gunning for him. She helped him
email his homework home so he would remember it, advocated for him to the
other teachers, and most of all gave him words of encouragement, which
made him that much less likely to give up under increasing pressure.
His social life definitely took a dip. People started noticing his slowly
expanding middle, his lack of social skill, and his inability to play
sports, due to his lack of depth perception. He was picked on mercilessly,
even had his favorite pair of sneakers dumped into a toilet. He was
pushed into lockers, tripped in the hall while trying to go home,
had his glasses stepped on, broken, and pissed on, and general treated
like a shit. After what he realizes amounted to a nervous breakdown,
during which he cried nightly due to his fast slipping grades and lack
of friends, and refused to go to school, he was taken to a psychiatrist
who immediately diagnosed him as having Social Anxiety Disorder, among
a few other un-diagnosable problems relating to organization and memory,
and perscribed an anti-depressant, Paxil, to curb the symptoms. His parents
also decided to place him, for 7th grade, in a private school where
he could recieve individual attention daily.
He also found the internet, and found a group of people who slowly began
to hate him, the ZZTers.
Chapter 4: The Internet
The internet is a treacherous place for a 6th grader, especially one with
no social skills but with a deep-rooted need for acceptance. Accepted
into a small community of people who created games using a fairly old
system which he had discovered earlier, he, for a while, was happy.
Then he began to realize that he annoyed them. Not only did he annoy
them, and not only did he say some of the dumbest things ever while
around them, they only kept him around for the humor of it. This was not
all of them, thankfully, but it was still many of them. Dylan does not
like to remember these days, but they were angering and depressing.
Later on, he found a subset of this community which accepted him, and
a community which, for the most part, liked him or was indifferent to him,
but he was not out of the water yet.
Chapter 5: Privately Schooled
In Private school, Dylan started to turn his life around a bit, and he started
to become a calmer, quieter person. But he still lied whenever he got
nervous or felt unaccepted, and he still made his friends uncomfortable,
and made some enemies sometimes, though they never really lasted long.
In an environment with fewer people, I felt more at home, and I slowly
became familiar with each of their idiosyncracies, and they with mine.
I still had some problems with keeping friends, not being annoying, and
especially organization and schoolwork. I was repeatedly told that I was
amazingly bright yet frustratingly disorganized and forgetful, and I am
reminded of the professor from Flubber. I start telling people things I
shouldn't, utterly failing at getting the attention and love of various
young women, and feeling a little lonely. But I keep my chin up and strive
through. Due to the fact that I started feeling a little guilty about
the amount of money my parents were paying for me to go to this school,
and the fact that the work was getting over my head, I went back to
public highschool for 9th grade.
Chapter 6: The Internet, Revisited
After a while of taking abuse from many ZZTers, Dylan found a channel named
#loungeact started by a jolly little guy, who has lately been a bit
depressing, named Knightt. Though in shorter supply here, the ZZTers
who hated him still visited, and he ended up, at one point, threatening
suicide. It was at this point that Knightt, as he is keen to point out
any time anyone puts Knightt down, saved my life. Knightt convinced Dylan that
too many people love him for him to go out now. And Knightt was right.
Dylan forget how he found the Megazeuxers, but for a long time he found them
a lot more tolerable than the ZZTers, mainly because they found him a
lot more tolerable. But then when people started hating him again, he
turned to a standby that, though he was finding it to dig him deeper
more often than help him, he still used. Lying. He lied to them about many
things, and slowly but surely got caught. Often. One time, after being
caught plagiarizing someone elses C code for a game which he professed
to be his own, he broke down during a conversation with a man named Donut,
who made him feel like he was the most worthless slime that ever crawled out
of hell, faked an anxiety attack, posted the log of this happening on
the message boards where he thought people would be more sympathetic,
and got yelled at and banned. After that, he spent a while in various other
channels, grew up a lot more, learned a lot more about how to behave, and
then, one fateful day, came back.
Chapter 8: Gaining Respect
Nowadays, at least in the internet communities, Dylan is still picked on
a bit, and his past picked over and laughed at often, but he is admitted
by most to have improved, and accepted by a lot of people. Many still treat
him badly, but a lot do it as a joke, and those who dont are often viewed
by the others as jackasses anyway, and dismissed. The ZZTers, whom he tries
to stay away from any time possible, still hate his guts. To top it all off,
he has been unbanned from the message boards on which so many bad things happened,
He still, every now and then, pulls off something stupid, though this tends
more often to happen in his real life than on the internet, but people
more often understand and accept these little slip-ups. He finds being
online to rid him of a lot of anger, sadness, and general bad feeling
that he has, and is a little angry that he, as of this writing, can't
get online right now, due to a son of a bitch of a modem sitting in the
corner refusing to pick up a dialtone.
Chapter 9: Anonymous
Sure, he seems obsessed with the internet and computers in general, but realize
that, in the famous words of Moonpie, "He's only looking for a little bit of respect",
and moreover, he's browsing around for anywhere where he can find people he can talk to
about anything. And theres no better place to talk to people about anything
than a place where people don't actually know you, where you can remain anonymous.
Realize that and you realize that he isn't weird, he just finds his social outlet
somewhere else. Of course, bits can never replace true human interaction, and he
still makes sure to maintain some version of a social life with his friends, who
consist of Josh and his circle of friends, and branching out from there. He
sometimes feels a little pang of sadness when he sees Andrew, who after so long
of being such good friends with him, is now refusing to acknowledge Dylan's existance.
... This is only a part of a longer story, to be finished later, and here are some little
prototype chapter names for when I get around to it, followed by a description in parenthesis
of the chapters ...
Chapter 10: Creepy Freshman (9th grade and the summers surrounding it)
Chapter 11: Loneliness (Mainly women and my misfortune with them in the 6th-9th grades)
Chapter 12: Women, can't have 'em, can't live without 'em. (Women and my current misfortune with them, along with a little
tribute to one in particular)
Chapter 13: In the Middle (10th grade, to present)
Chapter 14: Academia (The dreaded MCAS exams, and anxieties about the future)
Chapter 15: A Tribute to Those who have always been there (Self-explanatory)
... Maybe more to follow later ...
Visit the Museum of ZZT
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