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I was created and then my world began to exist. Early on is but a fuzzy memory of my mother teaching me the dangers of the world. Now I realize I'm the most dangerous thing really. For each thing that happens to me is an effect of many variables most of which are controlled (and I do use the word control loosely) by yours truly. Somewhere in the middle was the struggle to learn to be a social being. I initially learned to keep to myself and only talk to trusted ones. Trust is an abstract concept whose true meaning isn't known 100% by anyone. Or maybe I'm just paranoid and not to be trusted myself. All darkness aside I did learn to open up to others despite their strangeness. I became most attracted by the newest, strangest things I could learn about certain people. Attraction turns into obsession. Obsession turns into misery. Misery turns into why am I here. Why am I here leads me to "there is no real good reason, accidental for the most part".
HOWEVER, there was more than one reason. There were infinite reasons. As a matter of fact my being was sufficient for everything that has ever happened in the universe. But significant? Who cares. I just want to exist and create just as I've been created so that some poor bastard can sit up late one sober night and ponder all this shit himself. Afterall, EVERYTHING is why I am here right now.

I'm glad I could end this bio without prospecting the future because that is where things really get scary. Is there a such thing as choice or does everything just happen because everything preceding it has happened?

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