Last updated on March 9th, 2021 at 12:33 am
What’s the condensed version of my life story?
Well. Let’s start with some simple statistics, shall we?
Name: Only known to a selected few (and it’s best that you never knew)
DOB: July 15, 1983
Birthplace: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Residence: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Alright, so I was born to a pair of Jamaican parents, who were reasonably strict in raising their first child. Yeah, that would be me. The memories of my childhood are few and far apart, and I don’t know whether this is because they lacked importance or if I have simply blocked them out. I come from your average middle-class family. Parents still together after 20 years of marriage, two younger brothers, altogether I suppose it’s a pretty drama-free domicile.
So the question is: “What’s wrong with me?”
Things That Are Potentially Wrong with Casey Palmer.
Ever since… maybe puberty? I’ve always felt out of place, like either there was something missing in my life, or I’m just not in the right place… the right planet. I even went through bouts of extreme depression and defeatism for a long time. But I’ve been told that it doesn’t make sense as I come from a very privileged life. Excuse me if my rambling begins to go all over the place. That’s the way I am sometimes—just random as hell.
So sometimes I feel like I’m an alien. Sometimes I can be all bubbly, and other times I’ll look like I’m ready to commit genocide. I don’t think there are times where I’ve smiled for more than five seconds at a time.
I’ve always experimented with a number of different hobbies to try and discover how I best express myself. I’ve tried drawing. Writing. Poetry. Website Development. Volunteering. Student Government. There’s been so much I’ve tried that I’m sure I’m missing stuff.
I’ve been so busy trying to discover that having fun is now a concept that’s fairly alien to me. I don’t drink or smoke, those things just don’t seem to appeal to me for some reason, and when I see other people getting their rocks off of it, it just kinda makes me wish that I had taken a different path in life so that I could enjoy life. Like a normal kid and not some child prodigy.
But then I realize, “Nah, I’m a smart kid. I’m not ugly. I’m athletic. I have a good personality,” and dismiss those thoughts. Well, not totally, but I get to thinking about other things.
Anyway, that’s me. The kid who has multiple personalities (I’ll get into that later), but yearns to be someone else. I’m boring myself right now, so another instalment will come later.
In conclusion, I don’t know who I am or what I stand for. I guess that’s what life is all about. Finding these things out.
Anyway, I’m gonna go enjoy my day or something.