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#1 10 years ago

Hello, I am new to these forums so thought I’d give a quick introduction! My name is Jaysun. And yes, that’s how it’s spelt on the birth certificate. It’s pronounced just the same as Jason though. The reason my name is spelt Jaysun is because my parents like to be “original”. I say they’re just weird though. I remember as a young kid my parents would take me to school socials and the like. They’d ask me what the other parents would be wearing just so they could wear the opposite! Kids used to tease me about my parents. “Hey! Your dad is the pussy who wears a dress!” “Oi! Gay-sun! What’s it like when your mum has more facial hear than your dad!” I never heard the end of it from the kids. What was worse was when their parents also mocked me. “Poor kid, I’d be as messed up as you if my parents were paedophiles too!!”

You can probably tell, I grew up being somewhat of an outcast. In fact, I was so unhappy during the first few years of my schooling that my parents decided to home-school me. Home-schooling was great! It meant I got to spend more time with my parents and less time being bullied. Looking back though, I can see it wasn’t all positive.

I love my parents dearly, though there’s no denying it. Their determination to be "original" causes them to be, well, I said it before: plain weird. When I was 13, my parents decided that I had to re-enter public school. “It’ll be good for you! You’re a smart cookie and you’ll have no problem fitting in!” they promised “You’ll make plenty of friends”

Friends? That’s something I had never had. To hang out in a group of my people, my age, and just.. talk? That would be amazing.

My hopes were up. My spirits were high. And I was excited. I remember my first day of high school very clearly. My first day of school in over five years.

I remember walking into the hall, where all the year 9s were to meet. After a few odd looks from the teachers (I looked odd and acted odd, it was normal to me), I was told to take a seat, anywhere. I found an empty seat, and sat down, alone, by myself. I didn’t understand. Everybody else was roaring with laughter and enthusiasm. Like they all knew each other! But if this was their first day too, how could that be? I sat quiet, apprehensive. Waiting.

“Silence! Please” bellowed the Principal “SILENCE! I should not have to repeat myself!”

A few students jumped, the principal continued. “Such a rocky start, to what I hope will be a wonderful year! My name is Mr. Green, I’m your principal… On my right we have” his voice seemed to fade away, as I phased him out. How boring. I started to sing, to entertain myself.

“I am a boy from far away, I come from a distant land. I have a foot another foot and a hand and another hand.”

It was perfectly normal for me to sing. To make up, what I now understand as, complete nonsense. My parents always communicated through singing. I understood it as, well, nothing odd about it.

The students surrounding me exchanged odd looks. From that moment on, I was, once again, an outcast.

My first weeks at school were horrible and boring. If I ever tried to engage in conversation with the students they would mock me. And if I tried to talk to the teachers they would be polite, but tell me I must do my work.

I had to see a school counsellor everyday, she was my only friend. Mrs. Green. The principals wife.

As time went on, I grew numb to the hatred shown towards me. I ignored the children mocking me.

Occasionally, I would realize that I’m doing something odd. Something I thought was normal - actually was quite weird. Like wearing my uniform inside out. “Freak! You need to get your mummy to dress you because you obviously can’t dress yourself!”

So many things, I had no idea how to live properly.

My parents, as much as they loved me, raised me in an excluded world. I come very close to having lived under a rock for several years.

Weeks passed. They turned into months. And months turned into years.

When I was 15, I had been at school long enough to know what “normal” was. I knew how to be “normal”. But years of oddness created a barrier – I couldn’t create any friends, as “normal” as I was, all the students judged me, based on the odd kid I was ages ago.

I hated who I was, I hated my parents for doing this to me. I carried on with life, wanting to find ways to escape.

Following the advice of my counsellor, I started looking for a part time job, in suburbs where I wasn’t known to anybody. I found one, working at a café.

Mrs. Green smiled when she heard “See how far you’ve come. You once said that you can’t relate to people, that people hate you. And now you’re capable of dealing with people day to day as part of your job!”

“What do you mean? It’s a café – we sell food? Not.. people?” “Well, people will want to know about the food you sell. And it always pays to be friendly to your customer!” “No. You’re wrong. I can work in a café because I can make coffee and I can prepare food! I don’t need to know about people.” “Don’t worry, dear, you’ll do well.”

She was right.

The café seemed to be the one place I was accepted by others. And about time too. Finally, people accepted me.

After only a month of working at the café, I discussed the possibility of turning it into a full time job. My boss said it was fine, as long as I was really sure that’s what I wanted.

It was. I left school, and I worked at the café full time.

I grew into the world, I met the requirements of being normal. I was enjoying life.

I grew distant from my parents. Hate boiling up inside, the life I could have enjoyed sooner if it weren’t for them!

I hated going home in the evening – I would never talk to my parents, I went to bed as soon as I got home (only 6.00 pm!) and woke up only when I had to leave for work.

I was 17 when my parents talked to me about board. They said if I weren’t willing to chip in for the costs of living at home – I’d have to leave.

Fine by me. Leaving home it was.

I had well over $40,000 at this point. I had never needed to spend money. The café, to me was a place of finding myself – never a place to earn money.

I could do almost anything. At least, I felt that way.

I wanted to leave. To go far away. As far away from the place I grew up as I could.

I looked for flats in other cities – most people looking for flatmates were older than I, about 20-25, I was only 17. I had always related to older people better though.

I finally found a flat in the North island – a completely different land mass to my home town. I flatted with three others.

Ben, or Piggy as he liked to be called. 19 years old, and the closest to my age. He was studying technology – hydromechanics, or something like that. Tanya, 20 years old – she worked full time as a receptionist, saving up for her study. Laura, 20 years old – she studied nursing. And me. Jaysun – 17 years old. I didn’t plan on studying. All I needed was a job.

I quickly found a job, too. Working, once again, at a café – this time being payed $25.00 an hour – over double what I was being payed at my last job!

I enjoyed life. I worked everyday, from 7.00 am until 5.00 pm. I would go home to my flat, and simply hang out.

For the first time. I had friends.

Life was pretty jolly, and uneventful from then on.

Well, a few things have happened. But hey. Let’s not get sidetracked.

Talking about being sidetracked – why did I say all this? OH! Right. My name Is Jaysun and this is an introduction. Well, what else can I tell you?

My name is Jaysun, I’m 19 years old. I own several cafés around New Zealand, all of which are in the North Island. It’s a shame I can only work at one of them! It’s even more of a shame I only have time to work part time! That's because I’m currently studying Psychology at university, and living in a small house which I own.

It’s sometimes lonely living by myself, but most of the time my friends invade my house as if it were there's! And I love that.

I live in New Zealand. And, well – this IS an introduction after all, so best to keep it short. I look forward to being a part of this community

--

Jaysun

P.S. Shortly after I left home, my parents contacted me through a letter. They apologized for the “weird way in which we raised you and the neglectfulness towards your well-being”. I wrote back apologizing for my neglecting of them as parents.

We now get along great. And, sometimes – for a laugh, I wear a shirt inside out at the café! I am my own boss after all.




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#2 10 years ago

ummm thanks for the life story?


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#3 10 years ago

Didn't have time to read all that, but...uh thanks?




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#4 10 years ago

Technically this should be in the Intro forum, but I think it makes for good enough discussion on its own. I'll let it stay, unless a higher-up has any beef with it.

That said...welcome, Jaysun, and pleased to meet you. =p You make me look awkwardly normal by comparison.




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#5 10 years ago

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air




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#6 10 years ago

Not one link hiding behind that huge pile of words. I feel so betrayed. :'(

Welcome anyway, I hope you can manage to keep your stories a little shorter and a little less pointless in the future. ;)




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#7 10 years ago

Hey. Here's one place you won't be an outcast in. I know from my own experience. Hope you have fun here.




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#8 10 years ago

The story is so weird, I was waiting for a dog to start, er... mating with him.




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#9 10 years ago

Same here,...

Jaysun;4185701My name is Jaysun, I’m 19 years old. I own several cafés around New Zealand, all of which are in the North Island. It’s a shame I can only work at one of them! It’s even more of a shame I only have time to work part time! That's because I’m currently studying Psychology at university, and living in a small house which I own.

It’s sometimes lonely living by myself, but most of the time my friends invade my house as if it were there's! And I love that.

I live in New Zealand. And, well – this IS an introduction after all, so best to keep it short. I look forward to being a part of this community[/quote]

Yeah, as short as the part I quoted... :rolleyes:

Jaysun;4185701P.S. Shortly after I left home, my parents contacted me through a letter. They apologized for the “weird way in which we raised you and the neglectfulness towards your well-being”. I wrote back apologizing for my neglecting of them as parents.

That must be the weirdest thing I have ever heard. :Puzzled:

[QUOTE=Jaysun;4185701]We now get along great. And, sometimes – for a laugh, I wear a shirt inside out at the café! I am my own boss after all.

Lets finish this tale off with, not a "bang" as they say, but a "poof".

Glad to see you've finally achieved normality... As much as we home-schoolers can achieve.




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#10 10 years ago

Where in the North Island.

There's a few Kiwis here, you can be more specific :)