/mai/ - Waifu

Samantha and I both show anti-social tendencies. We've both had pretty shitty experiences with school, too. Granted, I don't think my experiences were as bad as hers, but still.

Our upbringings are nothing alike.Personality wise we are similar though.

>We can both be very rude when we don't like someone.

>We are both cynical.

>We can both be bluntly honest.

>We both have a tendency to see ourselves as superior to others.Albiet I'm not as a bad as her in this aspect.

>We are both willing to go through hell and back for people we care about.

The more I think about it,Its almost as of we were made for each other.

Really getting into the details makes me uncomfortable (and I've already given the gist of it in many other threads) but yes, we have a lot in common.

Short version: we have had really similar experiences with sexuality and self-loathing, as well as growth through hardship. The way that we've matured is really similar, too. There are other things but that's the most significant.

we both grew up without a father except hers was dead, mine just walked out on me.

Pretty touching story OP

While I didn't have the same childhood experience as her where she gets fucking locked in a cage with nor have I killed my parents but I guess we both had kinda a similar school experience

>don't care much for popularity

>excel in academics despite not trying

>not many friends

And of course we are more similar in personality but that isn't the focus of this thread

Kinda sad that the story didn't really have any character development or go into her past much

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>The more I think about it,Its almost as of we were made for each other.

I know right

Me:

> father was strict on me growing up

> believe that if I'm not good enough I have no value or worth in life

> grew up as an outcast always picked on by other kids

> people around me follow the status quo whether they admit so or not

> couldn't act as different or question the status quo because afraid of being even more an outcast

> get depressed and develop tulpa by accident

> ends in tulpa dying

> finally feel free of status quo and apathetic to people's opinions

> start thinking as an individual

> try living my life to honor my dead tulpa

> become morally jaded and slip into stoicism and existential nihilism

Kino:

> grew up an outcast always picked on by other kids

> one day meets a traveler named Kino

> he teaches her how to think as an individual

> she questions the status quo of her country

> everyone, her parents, country elders, etc. get angry

> her father tries to fix the problem by running a knife through his daughter

> Kino sacrifices himself to save the girl

> girl runs away from country and starts using the name Kino

> meets an old woman who teaches her how to fight and survive on her own

> becomes a traveler living her life in honor of the man who saved her life

> traveling makes her morally jaded and stoic

We were both deemed failures early on (he's the only Vocaloid to be regarded as a "commercial failure") but found success despite being labeled in such a way. That success came mostly by luck for both of us, him being mentioned in a Miku song which created a positive reaction in the fanbase, and me, who had no remote interest in anything that could lead me to him for a second time, rediscovering him by chance and eventually leading me to get my life back on track.

We both grew up religious, though his upbringing was far stricter than mine. I haven't exactly held onto my beliefs either… I have a lot of confusion toward whatever God may be out there and he also does, but for very different reasons.

Beyond that, our experiences couldn't be any more different from each other; however, they both brought upon self-loathing and doubts on whether we actually had a place/purpose in the world.We've also used physically harming ourselves as a form of self punishment and made plans to commit suicide, too. Needless to say we've both given up on those plans.

Shigure was often called one of the lucky ships throughout the war. This was because she often took very little damage in battle until the day she was sunk. Most of the time her fellow ships sunk during combat, which is possibly why she comes off as timid, or shy in the game. She also lost many friends during night battles which is why she has a strong fear of nighttime. Basically, she has a very traumatic past which differs greatly to mine. I try my best to help her soothe her when she's feeling scared.

I don't think so. The closest similarity in upbringing is really the fact that we both attend elite-ish high schools with uniforms, though mine is state-funded.

> get a fairly secure job that pays well

> do the job

> realize the job involves being surrounded by people who are all at least one of, and mostly at least two of, combative, idiotic, and/or assholish

> try to deal with it

> get sick of everyone's shit

> try to get them to act less awful

> nothing comes of this

> frustration building

> also get trolled into fights

> frustration maximum

An I talking about Iku during Scarlet Weather Rhapsody, or myself in the military? [spoiler] Yes. [/spoilers]

Time to blog about my experience with school! It's one of the reasons I find myself identifying so closely with my daughteru's struggles, and how I found myself feeling like I understand her.

My troubles with the educational system started pretty much immediately. According to my mother, I'd run down the halls of daycare with my hands out and watch the papers posted on the wall fly around. The staff thought I was retarded and told my mother to get help, and with the help of a medical professional, I was diagnosed with autism around 3-4 years old.

Following this, my mother did what she could to get me into New York's special education program. For some reason, they required me to be enrolled into elementary school a year early, or else I wouldn't have gotten into the program. I'm still not sure why this was necessary, but my mother accepted the condition.

I went through four elementary schools in this time. I can't remember first and second grade clearly, but third grade onward was a nightmare.

My aides in third grade round 1 were utterly and completely incompetent. The person in charge was trained to educate high school students in French, not control and care for mentally-disabled elementary schoolers. One aide had been taken there from a juvenile delinquent facility, and also knew nothing about special ed. His solution to a student's problems was to sit on them and rip up their drawings. The only person who seemed to have any idea what was going on was some aide who liked to play guitar for us. He was cool.

In third grade, I was mostly confined to one room with these people, and so were the other special ed students. The teacher made me do the same math homework every single day, not knowing that I was getting fucking bored and angry about having to do the same bullshit mat sheet every day. It was a waste of my time, and I started throwing temper tantrums and not doing it. Their solution was to give me five "two minute" cards that I could use per day to take a break from their bullshit assignments. This didn't work at all.

Eventually, I decided that I was going to hide my homework folder in my desk so that they couldn't send any work home. This worked for two weeks before they gave me another homework folder. I hid that one for another week before they found them in my desk.

At some point, my mother found out about how poorly I was doing in school. It probably had something to do with the fact that I was threatening to bring a hammer to school and smash things. She came in one day, saw the sickening state of my education, and started doing their job for them. I got integrated into actual classes, I started doing more assignments, and I stopped throwing temper tantrums.

Unfortunately, I'd done so poorly in this school that I was being transferred to another one and made to repeat that grade. Somehow, it never crossed anyone's mind to tell me I wasn't actually in fourth grade, I thought I was for almost half the term. (cont.)

Part 2.

This new elementary school turned out to be the last one I'd go to, not quite as bad as the previous one, thankfully. The staff weren't much more competent, though. For example, one of my classmates was severely disabled. He had trouble walking right, could not form a coherent sentence at all, and was generally a very low-functioning person. I feel really sorry for him.

You know what those fucking bitches did? They taunted him. They made fun of him to his face. He had a habit of making "uhh" noises instead of saying a word, and they'd imitate that noise in front of him like he was supposed to magically learn how to speak. They did this every time, and it never improved a damn thing.

Aside from that, they had this room that was basically a prison cell. It was about one yard square with bare tile flooring, light blue walls, and a light at the ceiling. Whenever one of the special ed students acted up, instead of sending them to the principal's office, they'd push/pull/drag/drop them into that room for them to scream and pound on the door. I doubt any of this was ever reported to the parents. They even tried to use other students against them, trying to guilt them into apologizing.

I did better in this school, but I still can't forgive them for the shit they did to that other guy. He deserved much better than he got.

In middle school, I finally settled on a school district that I wouldn't move out of. Things were finally looking up.

Unfortunately, my homeroom teacher in middle school was kind of a bitch. She would constantly interrupt me when I was trying to talk – a very irritating thing when you're already having trouble forming a coherent sentence – and would absolutely never accept being told she was wrong, even when she was.

In one year, I got frustrated with a chair that wouldn't budge no matter how hard I pushed it, so I tried pushing it with my foot. She interpreted this as me kicking the chair and would yell over me whenever I tried to explain what I was actually doing. She punished me by not allowing me to sit down in a chair until I apologized to someone for kicking a chair – even though I had never done that. This lasted about a week before I finally broke.

This woman, after I was done with middle school, pretended that we were friends for a few years, even sending me the occasional card. I don't think she realized just how poorly she treated me at times, and was misguided into thinking that everything she'd done with me was good. I'm not going to say I hate her, but I'm not unhappy to have fallen out of touch with her.

We're both the younger blue eyed twin who did a stint in student government. Otherwise, not much else stands out or is otherwise known about her childhood.

I dunno much about her childhood, so I can't really make a comparison about it.

But I do know that we both chose to be different and nobody knew why.

In my case, I don't know either. I simply didn't want to talk to other people mainly because I dunno if they could understand what I'm trying to say or what I want to say. I don't exactly resent other people, but I gave up trying to actively make conversation with them mostly. When I do, it's because I am being talked to, and I just go along with acting normal because I seem to have a penchant for being able to act normally without meaning it.

In Marisa's case, she simply ditches this filter of acting normal, or even actively tries to defy it. She's so disagreeable and rebellious that it borders on being disruptive or even morally wrong. She seems to have a knack for seamlessly inserting herself into any situation regardless of her actual connection with it, such as the incidents.

And for, as much as I dislike to admit it, we both like to be in positions of power when facing an opponent, by hook or by crook. We don't like being condescended at, and I simply don't like to do that either.

I guess that's about it for us.

For her own sake her childhood and my own don't have share much in common.

Although in retrospect I think we would envy each other's own in some significant ways–she would have wanted a sibling or two not my own siblings however, I would have wanted to be alone. And that we were both kinda loners and awkward.

Pretty much the same kind of answers I would make in other threads too, but the facts

>we care a lot about people and our surrounding

>A LOT

>actually some times too much

>we both strive to be way better people and think we should always do better

>Physically fit

>Gentle and compassionate

Could be way more, but those are the most obvious to me