Things You May Need To Know About Me Part III
Time to close this segment out with ten more things you may need to know about me. Shall we?
Though I’m tech-savvy, I’m a slow typer. It’s the funniest thing that my brother and I love to poke fun at. With all my knowledge of technology, I’m actually a pretty slow typer. It’s the main reason why I have to write everything out before I type as it will help with the speed. And, trust me, it’s a lot worse when typing on my phone thanks to my Flinstone fingers.
My brother is great at a lot of things. Lying it not one of them. My God…it’s the only thing that he’s never been good at. Thank goodness, he chose to be a writer instead of a spy.
– my brother when talking about me
According to my family and friends, I am the worst liar ever. Lying is the one thing I’m terrible at. My brother loves to point that out. He goes on to explain that I will speak the truth, even if it gets me into trouble because my voice is a dead giveaway. I remember I tried lying about meeting Jason Momoa only for my brother to ask me, “Justin, can you do me a favor and put a little bit more effort?” Luckily, it works in my favor because I know that the truth is a far more powerful weapon than a lie. I don’t have to remember much because it never changes. Plus, lying is a waste of time and energy.
If I pinpoint when my mother and brother is lying to me, what makes you think you have a shot?
– my response to my cousin telling his first lie
Liars and thieves are my biggest pet peeves. Piggyback on the previous statement, lying to me is the worst thing you can ever do. I will cut you off and go “no contact” in a heartbeat. I ended a decade-long friendship because of a lie. I hate liars because I immediately lost all faith and trust in them. Lying is a pointless endeavor – and tireless. And don’t get me started on thieves. I remember I threaten legal actions against a family member who wouldn’t stop stealing from me. Plus, it goes hand and hand because he wouldn’t stop lying about it. I don’t talk to that family member anymore and I hold that rule to this day. If you lie to me or steal from me, I will cut you off.
I have a lot of brothers and sisters. I have one brother from the same mother who I’m really close to. Later on down the line, I learned that I also have a half-brother and half-sister on my dad’s side that I talk to sporadically. Finally, I have some close friends that I consider my brothers and sisters. Off the top of my head, I know that I have four friends that I treat as my brothers and one as my sister.
I’m pretty tamed compared to my brother.
– what one brother says about the other.
According to my brother, I’m the deadliest of the two. It’s the same thing I say about him. There’s the thing, though. My brother isn’t one for talking. He will give you one warning and God helps you if you don’t hear – or heed – him. Me, on the other hand, I’m a talker. I will always try to diffuse a citation, first. If that doesn’t work, I’ll tell you what will happen if you don’t stop before actually acting on those promises. It’s like what I always say: “I don’t talk for my health.”
Don’t you know? Pacificist makes the best fighters.
I’m a pacificist. I may be trained in martial arts but I am no fighter. I actually try to avoid violence if I can. That doesn’t mean I can’t fight. I’m actually a pretty capable fighter. I just don’t like to because I know what I’m capable of and I know I’m a dirty fighter. This is why I prefer to use my words. A lot of words. And I have pointed that out to people who have robbed me of my flight. It’s not the best idea to back me into a corner. And even then, I try to give them a quick jab to make them see sense in order to minimize the damage that I know I’m capable of delivering. Ha ha!
I write in a dead language. Let me explain. I was born in 1989. I went into the third grade in the 90s where I learned how to write in cursive. My mom made sure that I perfected it and I ended up making it my default. Nowadays, it’s not being taught in school due to the advancement of technology thus causing it to be unrecognizable. Additionally, I only write in pen and you have the makings of a writer who’s writing in a dead language.
I’m not a big fan of clubs. People may see this as irony because of my past employment as a bouncer but it will actually make sense in a moment. Being a bouncer has made me into a hyper-vigilant individual that can’t seem to turn on my fun-o-meter when I’m in a club. I’m always checking my surroundings and making sure that my friends are safe and, because of that, I’m NOT having fun. That’s not taking into account the loud music, the crowd, the drinks and you see my point, right? Bars are my go-to. Much more intimate.
My mother was responsible for my nerdism. Now, I may not be on the best terms with my mother but I have to give credit where it’s done. My mom is the reason why I’m a nerd. She bought me my first game console (Sega Genesis) and game (Sonic The Hedgehog 2) at the age of five. She read to me my first science fiction book (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) when I was a kid. We watched the original Twilight Zone. She never discourages me from expressing, or exploring, my geeky side and stresses the fact that I’m made that way for a reason. It’s one of the main lessons that has stayed with me.
When you’re done measuring your dick, I’ll be ready to have a real conversation with you.
– my response to a superior
I’m the first to admit that I don’t see titles when talking to people. Do not expect me to change my tone because you’re in a position of power. You will be sorely disappointed and you can thank my dad for that. He has told me that “all people bleed and sweat like you” which, the way I translated, means they don’t have that much of an advantage over me. I don’t care what you do or who you are. I will talk to you like I talk to anybody else. And it will get a lot worse when you try to flex your power around. Oddly, I’ve only gotten fired from one job because of that mantra.
Thank you for taking the time to learn more about me. Next week, I will be release the first short story of my job and I’m super excited about it. I better get back to work. I’ll talk to you all later. Cheerio!
