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All my life I have been a social misfit, more due to my appearance as opposed to my persona. It certainly doesn't help living in a working-class city where the factory mentality is to act, think, feel, look, be and become the same. Conform or forever be ridiculed.....
An introvert by nature, I was bullied at junior/senior school, scouts, running club, college and the area I lived in. It wasn't until I became 23 that I finally lost my virginity(didn't even know how to kiss before) to a single Mother who didn't really want me but just wanted her wedding day that didn't materialise with the kids Father. A pitiful 18month marriage ensued, divorced within 6months as she desired to erase the memory of I as rapidly as possible.
It was during this time that I started to get in the real world and understand human nature and in particular, the hatred of baldness(and obviously any other trait that is deemed negative by this capricious society).
I started to develop a "look" to go with the bald head ie goatee and fully sly. Athletic at 6ft 3", I became a parody of Pater. The main difference was/is he courted it whilst I was(and still am) mildly embarrassed by my appearance. I was now known as "Stone Cold" at 25 and instead of getting physically bullied it became more cerebral.
Positivity was still an ally(within the constraints of my natural sombre personality), but as the chronological nano's chimed, I began to come to a clear and concise conclusion that my "appearance" was a problem to most, hence my coyness and desperately trying to pacify rather than acting like I looked. It didn't work of course and EVERYWHERE I went derision was thrust my way.
My inability to stick at anything and the endless menial manual jobs coupled with living in bedsits, caused me emotional, mental and spiritual damage. Still on my own at 35, I fall in love with a pro who the more I cared for, the more she hated me. Providence was my friend and I got out of that unscathed but yet I didn't learn my lesson. Fast forward 7years and I fell for another, a tempest worst than the first. Tyr had mercy again upon this wretched lower life form and I managed(at least physically) to escape her wanton ways.
How can a man do that to himself? Well, being laughed at everyday, along with the aforementioned, and with being on my own for 18years caused I to believe that was all I was worth......I really was the crackheads favourite though.
THAT IS THE PARADOXICAL PARODY OF THE PEDANTIC POET!!
An introvert by nature, I was bullied at junior/senior school, scouts, running club, college and the area I lived in. It wasn't until I became 23 that I finally lost my virginity(didn't even know how to kiss before) to a single Mother who didn't really want me but just wanted her wedding day that didn't materialise with the kids Father. A pitiful 18month marriage ensued, divorced within 6months as she desired to erase the memory of I as rapidly as possible.
It was during this time that I started to get in the real world and understand human nature and in particular, the hatred of baldness(and obviously any other trait that is deemed negative by this capricious society).
I started to develop a "look" to go with the bald head ie goatee and fully sly. Athletic at 6ft 3", I became a parody of Pater. The main difference was/is he courted it whilst I was(and still am) mildly embarrassed by my appearance. I was now known as "Stone Cold" at 25 and instead of getting physically bullied it became more cerebral.
Positivity was still an ally(within the constraints of my natural sombre personality), but as the chronological nano's chimed, I began to come to a clear and concise conclusion that my "appearance" was a problem to most, hence my coyness and desperately trying to pacify rather than acting like I looked. It didn't work of course and EVERYWHERE I went derision was thrust my way.
My inability to stick at anything and the endless menial manual jobs coupled with living in bedsits, caused me emotional, mental and spiritual damage. Still on my own at 35, I fall in love with a pro who the more I cared for, the more she hated me. Providence was my friend and I got out of that unscathed but yet I didn't learn my lesson. Fast forward 7years and I fell for another, a tempest worst than the first. Tyr had mercy again upon this wretched lower life form and I managed(at least physically) to escape her wanton ways.
How can a man do that to himself? Well, being laughed at everyday, along with the aforementioned, and with being on my own for 18years caused I to believe that was all I was worth......I really was the crackheads favourite though.
THAT IS THE PARADOXICAL PARODY OF THE PEDANTIC POET!!
