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[Dullahan]

I was born in 1993.

What the... ?

[Slim]

[spoiler]My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.

I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-lawsââ,¬â€�I even witnessed her being beaten by them.

My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driverââ,¬â€�my uncleââ,¬â€�whom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.

My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartmentââ,¬â€�as the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physicianââ,¬â€�with much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.

My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.

In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitchââ,¬â€�which I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.

I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.

I've always come across as an assholeââ,¬â€�something about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own goodââ,¬â€�because I'm just going to "break their heart."

I will probably be lonely forever.[/spoiler]

It's like the modern day Oliver Twist!

[Feynman]

What the... ?

I'm 15. Old news. Becoming 16 this year.

[Veal]

[spoiler]My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.

I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-lawsââ,¬â€�I even witnessed her being beaten by them.

My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driverââ,¬â€�my uncleââ,¬â€�whom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.

My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartmentââ,¬â€�as the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physicianââ,¬â€�with much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.

My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.

In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitchââ,¬â€�which I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.

I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.

I've always come across as an assholeââ,¬â€�something about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own goodââ,¬â€�because I'm just going to "break their heart."

I will probably be lonely forever.[/spoiler]

That wouldn't be boring, but it's not much more interesting in a movie than most of our lives. You need more twists and turns and ups and downs, because most of us have gone through just as much stuff as you, except without the minorities.

[Slim]

That wouldn't be boring, but it's not much more interesting in a movie than most of our lives. You need more twists and turns and ups and downs, because most of us have gone through just as much stuff as you, except without the minorities.

I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?

[Walter]

I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?

I'd certainly say so.

[Veal]

I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?

uh why haven't you written a book yet?

[Slim]

uh why haven't you written a book yet?

i'd rather not recall all those memories. it's just too painful. ;___;

[Veal]

i'd rather not recall all those memories. it's just too painful. ;___;

i'll do it then, based on your story.

[Slim]

i'll do it then, based on your story.

i want to be compensated if it ever gets published or turned into a movie.

[Dullahan]

I'm 15. Old news. Becoming 16 this year.

I know that now, but...

I thought you'd have been older than me.

[Veal]

i want to be compensated if it ever gets published or turned into a movie.

I'll be sure to give you a good spanking.

[Slim]

I'll be sure to give you a good spanking.

uh compensated monetarily not sexually :\