An idea for exposing your personal paths on this site

It's easy, just type 10 sentences with spaces inbetween for easy reading about the how you got to where you're at now. I'll start.

Raised in small town called Granite Falls in Washington, never was a cool kid, kind of a loner, best athlete in the school, only two good friends, funny in class, quiet in crowds.

Liquify assets and save up in 2003 to go to flight school in Alaska 2004

Rent a room in Alaska with three other guys, start flight training, reading a meditation book called "Meditation from the Mat" book starts changing my life, flight school is fun.

Don't get along with roommates (too negative) start laying into them with dry humor and sarcasm, pisses off all of them, move out in April 2004.

Rent a gradge in Alaska, same aged roommate lease holder doesn't get along with me because of sarcasm placed on her ego, get kicked out 2 months later, move into my truck for about 10 days.

Meet this guy at flight school, live on his floor for 3 months, parents get divorced, 6 years of deception from father, mothers crushed, move back home (washington) in August 04' hike for a week before going home on the Kenai Penninsula, most beautiful land I've ever seen.

Live with my mom for six months for healing, move over to spokane, rent floor space, smoke more pot than ever, start getting more philosophical than ever, reading about shamanism, the natural supernatural events.

Buy airplane may 2005, try to set up aerial photography business, don't like marketing, stop flying try to sell plane, reading lots of psychedelic lit. now, dose with LSD for first and only time at Barter Fair, changes my life forever.

August to now, getting more artistic than ever before, reading lots, keeping open for this phantom girl in my dreams, fix up my vw bus for living in, wood stove, propane, weed hide-a-box, psyche. curtains, outside microphone, listening to Ram Dass talks, more Timothy Leary books, Herman Hesse books, guitar, no lessons, my own little beats and simple songs.

Being in the now more than ever in life, crazy things happening to me because of it, people I meet, places I go, eye contact, no fear, just momentary living, some poetry & wood work. Mother's still healing, selling airplane, thinking about hitchhiking more and more now, still wish this phantom girl will be shown to me soon.

 

OK, I'll bite. Here's how I got to where I'm at now....

Woke up around 4:30 this morning.

Took a shower.

Got dressed.

Combed hair.

Kissed family goodbye.

Got in car.

Drove to work, stopping for gas on the way.

Got out of car.

Got a cup of coffee.

Sat at desk.

 

born and raised in the town of Bowmanville on the outskirts of Toronto in a family of 5 (2 sisters, both parents), childhood is pretty normal, baseball, scouts...but I'm a small kid, bullying begins

by early adolesence bullying became so severe that I could no longer handle school, started having serious problems with anger and depression, lashed out, got expelled from middle school

permitted to enroll in Highschool, bullying was still present so I just did my best to lay low and keep to myself, hid who I really was, my studies were horrible kept trying but just couldn't handle 'the system'

at 14 a friend introduces me to Sea Cadets, I join, finally find a place where I was not only accepted but excelled, training takes me all over the country, I grow, develop, and impact on others as a senior rate, I emerge from the program realising my inate nature as a 'born leader'

during this time I'm diagnosed with ADD, I see a Doc who ends up being a wacko(recently discovered he's facing several suits for mal-practice), puts me on insane dose of dexodreen (speed) and zoloft for ADD, anger management and depression, I nearly lose my mind, stop taking the meds, try to cope by getting into buddhism, but never fully recover

I give up on highschool after failing several consecutive semesters, join the Army in exchange for high school credits, again I excell(but drink, party and fuck way too much), decide I want to go career in the armed forces but am forced to stop training after several months because of a medical technicality

Same day I'm discharged I get a serindipidous call saying I've been accepted to Katimavik, a government sponsered program my sister had put my name in for (she's a sly one) which sees me living in a house with 10 other Canadian youth from all backgounds, travel to and live in 3 vastly different communities for a total of 7 months, do full time volunteer work in each community, incredible period of self discovery, eyes are opened to a whole new world but struggle to come to turns with this inner 180 (trained killer to pacifist hippy)

Katimavik leads me to apply for a similar program, Canada World Youth, my program ends up being completely in french which I don't speak, but learn quickly, my 4 month overseas phase are spent in the west African nation of Benin, in a village considered the spiritual centre of Vodoun, while there I start smoking too much weed with rastas and begin playing the djembe

Get home, try to make sense of the intense and overwhelmeing nature of all these experiences, do some outdoor seasonal work, upgrade some academic shit so I can apply for college, slip into a serious state of depression I have a nervous breakdown, go back on anti-depressents, end up taking off on a solo backpack trip to Vancouver Island, end up on the Islands of Haida Gwaii, a part of my spiritual self is awakened there

within weeks of getting home I'm accepted last minute for a 5 month sustainable building program with fleming college, our class is the inagural run for this first time, one of a kind program, it's completely hands on and by programs end we've built a completely self sufficent 1800 square foots commerical strawbale building donated to the town for use as a food bank...by programs end I'm also a complete wreck, off my anti depressent meds, a complete chronic, completely lost, I fail to complete my final report and fail the program

get home in september, broke, forced to move back in with parents, manage to hold down a job for 2 months restoring a loghome, but slip into the worst state of depression I can remember, which brings us to now, here, spending way too much time on-line because I'm am completely fucking lost and unable to deal with real life

...sorry, that's 11, and I know some are horrible run on sentences, sorry if I sound like a bleeding heart, I am trying to sort shit out now