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Autism I want to hear everyone's life story

>There is actually no way to transfer knowledge and life experiences other than oral communication between humans
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
If you have a good imagination you can imagine their life. Everyone is a guy. Everyone is a guy. Everyone and everything. "guy" you know person and human and all that stuff.
 
It makes me miserable knowing I'll never get to experience everything
You can if you post less on bald man with glasses blog. You're too terminally online and post 24/7. You should become unbothered by people trolling you, cus one day you'll remember how much time you spent on this site and regret the time you've wasted instead of doing something productive
Go to gym or algo, spend time with nature, go on caca borea for an example, find friends and stop 'cord trooning around.
Or go on >>/self/ and learn the aryan knowledge albeit
 
You can if you post less on bald man with glasses blog. You're too terminally online and post 24/7. You should become unbothered by people trolling you, cus one day you'll remember how much time you spent on this site and regret the time you've wasted instead of doing something productive
Go to gym or algo, spend time with nature, go on caca borea for an example, find friends and stop 'cord trooning around.
Or go on >>/self/ and learn the aryan knowledge albeit
None of this advice is applicable to women
 
Was born in a very beautiful and historically rich part of france, slightly to the south east of Paris, to a german mother and franco-italian father. Learned german and french at the same time, although I lost most of my german because fuck all of those gay ass grammatical conjugations.
Grew a christian in a plymouth brethren family. My whole family (30 people more or less up to my grandfathers) is christian, except one aunt who apostasized not too long ago.

Almost died at 18 months when I got electrocuted and burned to the 3rd degree, survived tho. A year later I nearly drowned in a family's pond in northern germany. Apparently I had blonde hair as a child, but it all turned BBC black now.

Left the parisian region at age 4 and we installed ourselves in a southeastern region of france near the alps. Learned stuff at school, my first ever real friend was a muslim turk named Eray I think. Lost sight. Read Tolkien and Lewis around age 10, jumped a class at age 11. Got baptized at that age by choice. My verse of baptism is James 1:12. Got rejected by a christian girl (latina sisa) I liked at that age, left such a big scar on me (autism) that I started to fear girls. All my friends were hardcore atheists after that. Around age 15, because of my fear of girls and need for attention, I slowly started trooning out, this lasted 'til age 18.

Meantime, graduated from highschool, and am now in University studying psychology but I might change, we'll see. I'm 21 rn.
 
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