Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself.

Last updated on March 28th, 2023 at 02:08 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
Background: Jamaican

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. My childhood memories are few and far apart, and I don’t know whether this is because they lacked importance or if I have blocked them out. I come from an average middle-class family. Parents still together after 20 years of marriage, and two younger brothers—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 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 ready to commit genocide. I don’t think there are times when I’ve smiled for more than five seconds at a time.

I’ve always experimented with several 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 fairly alien concept. I don’t drink or smoke; those things 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 with 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 enjoy my day or something.


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By Casey E. Palmer

Husband. Father. Storyteller.

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey Palmer the Canadian Dad spend his free time in pursuit of the greatest content possible.

Thousand-word blog posts? Snapshots from life? Sketches and podcasts and more—he's more than just a dad blogger; he's working to change what's expected of the parenting creators of the world.

It's about so much more than just our kids.

When Casey's not creating, he's busy parenting, adventuring, trying to be a good husband and making the most of his life!

Casey lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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