Gnads wrote on Oct 18
th, 2024 at 6:11pm:
OMG your schizophrenia is extra large in this story.....
after all your posted supposed history it just gets more grandiose by the post.
Forget all the BS TAFE style training go into writing short story fiction ....
you have an uncanny knack for it.
My schizophrenia has saved my life a few times. My schizophrenia has realistically saved a few people's lives around town. When I was 19 years old, I got both reprimanded and praised for saving the life of a young mother over town from her drug addicted boyfriend. You don't have to believe that story.
And that long-winded story I told the other day about my time out at the shooting range, let us call that the made-up story. I cannot prove to you what I saw or what I did. Even if I gave you my real name to check up on the credibility, both the perpetrators and the victim are now dead. I am the only witness to the story. Police could not piece together what had happened. My story was the only credible piece of evidence that could be put to record. Let us just say that some guy pulled out a handgun at an alleyway, in 1997 (or whenever). The mugging was thwarted by some bikie looking fellow, hitting the mugger in the back of the head with a 750mL XXXX bottle. Does that sound more realistic? You don't even have to believe that story.
There is a reason why Rockhampton's crime rate dropped in the last 20 years, but we are considered one of the more dangerous regional cities in the country. My friends, my ex-girlfriends, and some family members started doing patrols around town in our spare time. Thursday nights are considered "lap nights" where all the car enthusiasts like to show off their expensive cars and talk about their latest home theatre system. The closest thing I have to a stereo system is the 3.1 channel sound bar that I have attached to my $700 computer. It was a bit of a splurge. But I managed to save enough money to buy the computer, after the last computer was overwhelmed with privacy traces moreso than usual. People call those moments "the blue screen of death".
I drink a bottle of scotch once every 3 weeks (on average). I buy at Aldis when the other major supermarkets are not being competitive. I sleep 5 to 7 hours a night, given my age and socioeconomic circumstances. And I have a couple of really cool employers who understand my situation and give me a bit of leniency with my attitude problem (according to some 20 to 25 year old age range co-workers).
Why should I be condemned for my "old school" personality? I mean, I am only 45 years old. There are people out there who are 17 years of age. The justice system lets them off with a warning for mugging women my age. But, when I as a white kid, being 9 years old at the time, gets blamed for something that a 30 y.o. did to his daughter... racial background did take priority over facts. That is why a local police officer gave serious consideration to making me a missing child, rather than bump off a migrant university lecturer.
...and that is why I (sometimes) drink, your Honour. Yes, I do embellish my stories. Up to you if you want to believe them. Or I could continue my novelisation that I had started on my ex-girlfriend's computer and write up these far-fetched encounters I had throughout my childhood.