Link to original post: A Little Look Intp Teran's Psyche: Brief Intro, more to come.
Hello everyone. I am Teran17 of Smashboards. I am 18 years old, born on April 17 1991 at 16:43. I was born in London, in the Royal Free Hospital. I can’t quite remember how much I weighed etc, but I was a pretty large newborn. I went to Garden Suburb School as a child, and as a teenager to the City of London School. I have just left CLS, and will be going to University College London next year. I am gay. I enjoy many things, such as music, sport (used to more haha), video games, science, literature, and more. I have a lot of friends, and several very close ones. I never get in fights with friends, I’ve always avoided arguments and bust-ups, and always keep peace between my friends.
My favourite video games are well, not really in order, but here are a few.
Majora’s Mask
Donkey Kong 64
Mischief Makers
Smash Bros 64/Melee
Zelda ALttP
Halo: Combat Evolved
Pokémon Everything except RSE
Blahblahblah
Some of you on this forum will obviously know me. Some of you, if you hang around Blogs for example, will know of me, we may have exchanged a few brief words. Some of you here may not know who I am at all. Well considering recent events, I guess I’m slightly better known, but whatever.
For those of you who do know me, I guess you know me first and foremost, as a massive ****ing prick. Well, that’s because I am. For those of you that don’t actually know me, but know of me, you may think of me as that really, rude, arrogant, nasty, unapproachable scumbag that you’d never dream of talking to. Well, you’re half right. I’m not unapproachable. Yes, it is true, I’m not a particularly nice person for the most part. I can be perfectly insightful, soft hearted, decent, whatever, but I choose not to. A lot of people seem to find things I say amusing. Well, I guess I’m ok with humour, but then everyone can be funny, so that’s not really a defining personality trait.
I’ve had a somewhat difficult life compared to most surrounding people, for example, I was basically expected to die by 9 years old at the maximum from when I was 5 months old. I’ve had a lot of needles, meds, seen my body go fubar, operations, death, misery anguish. Still, I don’t really care, and I don’t usually like to even mention this, or elaborate on this. This is because people will give me some sort of mock sympathy. First of all, I know you don’t give a **** anyway, so I don’t need you pretending that you do. Second of all, I don’t really care for your sympathy now, it’s a little bit ****ing late anyway. Why is it that you can never get sympathy when you actually need it?
Well, despite all that, I had a pretty awesome childhood, and fantastic spell at primary/elementary school, a great 7 years in secondary/high school. Sure I have bad memories. Sure I got bullied a bit when I was 12 going on 13. Who cares? In fact. I’m ****ing glad. You see, a lot of you don’t think such think such experiences should be appreciated/enjoyed. Well, I think it’s great. It reveals to you the nature of people, and it makes you strong. It teaches you that you shouldn’t expect kindness, you shouldn’t expect fair treatment. It teaches you not you expect anything good from anything. You don’t deserve to be treated well. You don’t deserve to be happy. You don’t have the right to anything. All these things are things you can appreciate when they come along. You have a right to shut the **** up and stop complaining. You, with your electricity, gas heating, cars, TV, computer. Shame on you for complaining, you pathetic waste of life. Hell, if you are considering killing yourself because you believe your life is inadequate, then you perhaps deserve to die for your lack of appreciation.
I’m a cynical, sour, scathing individual. I mock everything. I mock the fickle ways of people, the stupid bull**** they spew endlessly without ever stopping to think about it. Yet I am not depressed. No, in fact I’m always very happy. I’m happy in myself. I am set to major in Biochemistry in 3 years, hoping to go into Stem Cell research. I could go on to be a doctor if I wanted, but I don’t think it’s fair on the patients to have someone like me in charge of saving lives. I’m said to be rather intelligent. Well, I’ve always achieved high grades at school without much real commitment. I’m not good at many things, but school seems to be one of them. I guess since I have one talent which is pretty exploitable, I should have no reservations in using it to its maximum potential. So I’m meant to be intelligent, that’s good for me I guess. It’s not really something I ever really mention, because to be honest, nobody really cares. My intelligence is for me. It only affects me. It doesn’t affect anyone else, its not their intelligence, why should they give a ****? So you see people, if you are intelligent, please don’t let the whole world know, we can tell anyway. Hell, people are so insulting and jealous of another person’s talent. Just realise that we all have certain talents, that when combined as an overall population, makes the human race capable of anything. So you see, next time you feel jealous of your friend for being able to **** science tests, just remember his discoveries could be saving your mama’s *** in future when she’s dying of AIDS.
Personally, I see myself in a different light to how others see me. While some here may think of me as immoral and insensitive, I don’t see that. I see myself as almost amoral, and pretty fair. I don’t give a rat’s *** about a lot of “values” that this piece of **** society offer us, but there are a few I admire.
Bravery/guts: There are a lot of worms and cowards in this world. That annoys me. People who are willing to stand firm and do what they think is right no matter what they think may happen, that is a quality I admire. Most people will back down from everything, or never confront something that needs to be addressed due to their cowardice. Show some guts, and I’ll like you.
Honesty: Honesty is certainly one of the most elusive yet fantastic trait’s a person can have. I like people who tell it straight. No scratch that, I love people who tell it straight, and never hide anything. I guess this can cross over into the bravery category. Still, I can’t stand bull**** like white lies even. I don’t like it when people pretend to care about others, when they pretend to care that someone is starving to death in another continent. People pretend to care. Personally, I don’t get depressed over death and famine in other countries. Doesn’t affect me, not my fault either. Nothing I can do. Why should I pretend I feel bad? I like people who can stand there and be honest about what’s on their mind without caring about how they might come across. People always talk the talk about how you should always be yourself. Well, can you walk the walk?
Intelligence: This requires no elaboration.
True Free Thinking: No, no this does not mean you, Liberals. In fact, most Liberals, and in fact, people in general, are guilty of not being able to do this. A so called Liberal will perhaps, have a certain mindset which they believe is called free thinking, for example not discriminating against people of different sexualities etc. Well, you’re not a free thinker. The moment someone says “I don’t like gays”, you’ll jump in on a massive ****storm bandwagon insulting the intelligence, credibility and moral fibre of the individual who made such a remark. To be honest, most people don’t form an opinion, but rather inherit them from somewhere somehow. I hate the sheep mentality, and the inability to truly see something from all angles. I formed my opinion by looking at the world from all angles, you may have seen me arguing against homosexuality by making it comparable in its unnaturalness to paedophilia. Being a *** myself, that may seem awful strange, but hey, I can understand perfectly why homophobia exists. I can understand perfectly why people don’t like homosexuals. People don’t like weird people. Homosexuality is weird. Therefore, straight people, the normal sexuality, don’t like it, because it’s different. Humans and animals, we don’t like different. I understand this, and personally, am not upset by the existence of homophobia, because I believe it to be more natural than tolerance. Well, hope you enjoyed the example.
A lot of things in life piss me off, but I’m not going to sit here and rant for God knows how long like a worn out, peg-legged crusty old man. Instead I’d like to add a few more words of thought.
There was once a boy that knew only how to treat others well, to please others. Slowly he realised that this was not how others treated him. Being good got him nowhere, it brought him unnecessary suffering, it took patience. Then one day he decided that he had had enough of the lies his parents and teachers had told him. So that was when he became cold, detached, and almost entirely devoid of compassion. Only logic mattered. Why care for someone that doesn’t care for you? Why do you trust people, they always betray you to further their gains.
So, next time you call me an ***hole, I’d like you to realise that I don’t care. In fact it annoys me. It annoys me that people tell me things that I obviously already know. Hey Teran, grass is green. No ****. That’s how I see it when you hurl your supposed abuse at me as though it’s meant to make me feel bad. Hell, you know what’s even better though? The ones that do actually call me an ***hole are most probably the ****ing hypocrites of the century anyway. Hell, you’d probably be the type to f*** your brother’s hot fiancée on his wedding day.
In short, I’m not a very nice person, but I can be insightful, and somewhat civil. I even hold decent values in high regard.
Well, there’ll be some more coming some day, but there you go, a little insight on Teran.
TL;DR? Yeah **** you too whoever says that.
Hello everyone. I am Teran17 of Smashboards. I am 18 years old, born on April 17 1991 at 16:43. I was born in London, in the Royal Free Hospital. I can’t quite remember how much I weighed etc, but I was a pretty large newborn. I went to Garden Suburb School as a child, and as a teenager to the City of London School. I have just left CLS, and will be going to University College London next year. I am gay. I enjoy many things, such as music, sport (used to more haha), video games, science, literature, and more. I have a lot of friends, and several very close ones. I never get in fights with friends, I’ve always avoided arguments and bust-ups, and always keep peace between my friends.
My favourite video games are well, not really in order, but here are a few.
Majora’s Mask
Donkey Kong 64
Mischief Makers
Smash Bros 64/Melee
Zelda ALttP
Halo: Combat Evolved
Pokémon Everything except RSE
Blahblahblah
Some of you on this forum will obviously know me. Some of you, if you hang around Blogs for example, will know of me, we may have exchanged a few brief words. Some of you here may not know who I am at all. Well considering recent events, I guess I’m slightly better known, but whatever.
For those of you who do know me, I guess you know me first and foremost, as a massive ****ing prick. Well, that’s because I am. For those of you that don’t actually know me, but know of me, you may think of me as that really, rude, arrogant, nasty, unapproachable scumbag that you’d never dream of talking to. Well, you’re half right. I’m not unapproachable. Yes, it is true, I’m not a particularly nice person for the most part. I can be perfectly insightful, soft hearted, decent, whatever, but I choose not to. A lot of people seem to find things I say amusing. Well, I guess I’m ok with humour, but then everyone can be funny, so that’s not really a defining personality trait.
I’ve had a somewhat difficult life compared to most surrounding people, for example, I was basically expected to die by 9 years old at the maximum from when I was 5 months old. I’ve had a lot of needles, meds, seen my body go fubar, operations, death, misery anguish. Still, I don’t really care, and I don’t usually like to even mention this, or elaborate on this. This is because people will give me some sort of mock sympathy. First of all, I know you don’t give a **** anyway, so I don’t need you pretending that you do. Second of all, I don’t really care for your sympathy now, it’s a little bit ****ing late anyway. Why is it that you can never get sympathy when you actually need it?
Well, despite all that, I had a pretty awesome childhood, and fantastic spell at primary/elementary school, a great 7 years in secondary/high school. Sure I have bad memories. Sure I got bullied a bit when I was 12 going on 13. Who cares? In fact. I’m ****ing glad. You see, a lot of you don’t think such think such experiences should be appreciated/enjoyed. Well, I think it’s great. It reveals to you the nature of people, and it makes you strong. It teaches you that you shouldn’t expect kindness, you shouldn’t expect fair treatment. It teaches you not you expect anything good from anything. You don’t deserve to be treated well. You don’t deserve to be happy. You don’t have the right to anything. All these things are things you can appreciate when they come along. You have a right to shut the **** up and stop complaining. You, with your electricity, gas heating, cars, TV, computer. Shame on you for complaining, you pathetic waste of life. Hell, if you are considering killing yourself because you believe your life is inadequate, then you perhaps deserve to die for your lack of appreciation.
I’m a cynical, sour, scathing individual. I mock everything. I mock the fickle ways of people, the stupid bull**** they spew endlessly without ever stopping to think about it. Yet I am not depressed. No, in fact I’m always very happy. I’m happy in myself. I am set to major in Biochemistry in 3 years, hoping to go into Stem Cell research. I could go on to be a doctor if I wanted, but I don’t think it’s fair on the patients to have someone like me in charge of saving lives. I’m said to be rather intelligent. Well, I’ve always achieved high grades at school without much real commitment. I’m not good at many things, but school seems to be one of them. I guess since I have one talent which is pretty exploitable, I should have no reservations in using it to its maximum potential. So I’m meant to be intelligent, that’s good for me I guess. It’s not really something I ever really mention, because to be honest, nobody really cares. My intelligence is for me. It only affects me. It doesn’t affect anyone else, its not their intelligence, why should they give a ****? So you see people, if you are intelligent, please don’t let the whole world know, we can tell anyway. Hell, people are so insulting and jealous of another person’s talent. Just realise that we all have certain talents, that when combined as an overall population, makes the human race capable of anything. So you see, next time you feel jealous of your friend for being able to **** science tests, just remember his discoveries could be saving your mama’s *** in future when she’s dying of AIDS.
Personally, I see myself in a different light to how others see me. While some here may think of me as immoral and insensitive, I don’t see that. I see myself as almost amoral, and pretty fair. I don’t give a rat’s *** about a lot of “values” that this piece of **** society offer us, but there are a few I admire.
Bravery/guts: There are a lot of worms and cowards in this world. That annoys me. People who are willing to stand firm and do what they think is right no matter what they think may happen, that is a quality I admire. Most people will back down from everything, or never confront something that needs to be addressed due to their cowardice. Show some guts, and I’ll like you.
Honesty: Honesty is certainly one of the most elusive yet fantastic trait’s a person can have. I like people who tell it straight. No scratch that, I love people who tell it straight, and never hide anything. I guess this can cross over into the bravery category. Still, I can’t stand bull**** like white lies even. I don’t like it when people pretend to care about others, when they pretend to care that someone is starving to death in another continent. People pretend to care. Personally, I don’t get depressed over death and famine in other countries. Doesn’t affect me, not my fault either. Nothing I can do. Why should I pretend I feel bad? I like people who can stand there and be honest about what’s on their mind without caring about how they might come across. People always talk the talk about how you should always be yourself. Well, can you walk the walk?
Intelligence: This requires no elaboration.
True Free Thinking: No, no this does not mean you, Liberals. In fact, most Liberals, and in fact, people in general, are guilty of not being able to do this. A so called Liberal will perhaps, have a certain mindset which they believe is called free thinking, for example not discriminating against people of different sexualities etc. Well, you’re not a free thinker. The moment someone says “I don’t like gays”, you’ll jump in on a massive ****storm bandwagon insulting the intelligence, credibility and moral fibre of the individual who made such a remark. To be honest, most people don’t form an opinion, but rather inherit them from somewhere somehow. I hate the sheep mentality, and the inability to truly see something from all angles. I formed my opinion by looking at the world from all angles, you may have seen me arguing against homosexuality by making it comparable in its unnaturalness to paedophilia. Being a *** myself, that may seem awful strange, but hey, I can understand perfectly why homophobia exists. I can understand perfectly why people don’t like homosexuals. People don’t like weird people. Homosexuality is weird. Therefore, straight people, the normal sexuality, don’t like it, because it’s different. Humans and animals, we don’t like different. I understand this, and personally, am not upset by the existence of homophobia, because I believe it to be more natural than tolerance. Well, hope you enjoyed the example.
A lot of things in life piss me off, but I’m not going to sit here and rant for God knows how long like a worn out, peg-legged crusty old man. Instead I’d like to add a few more words of thought.
There was once a boy that knew only how to treat others well, to please others. Slowly he realised that this was not how others treated him. Being good got him nowhere, it brought him unnecessary suffering, it took patience. Then one day he decided that he had had enough of the lies his parents and teachers had told him. So that was when he became cold, detached, and almost entirely devoid of compassion. Only logic mattered. Why care for someone that doesn’t care for you? Why do you trust people, they always betray you to further their gains.
So, next time you call me an ***hole, I’d like you to realise that I don’t care. In fact it annoys me. It annoys me that people tell me things that I obviously already know. Hey Teran, grass is green. No ****. That’s how I see it when you hurl your supposed abuse at me as though it’s meant to make me feel bad. Hell, you know what’s even better though? The ones that do actually call me an ***hole are most probably the ****ing hypocrites of the century anyway. Hell, you’d probably be the type to f*** your brother’s hot fiancée on his wedding day.
In short, I’m not a very nice person, but I can be insightful, and somewhat civil. I even hold decent values in high regard.
Well, there’ll be some more coming some day, but there you go, a little insight on Teran.
TL;DR? Yeah **** you too whoever says that.
