Did your life ever go 'past' the first line of a biography?

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The shorter ones tend to begin... "...was born... graduated from... succeeded in..."

Well... three decades in and it seems I'm stuck, and perhaps forever will be at the first hurdle. Because, of course, it's not really about personal capability, but support network, and finances in some countries... so, I guess, yay for nepotism? Apparently, it leads to sh!t in rivers, but who'd have known?

No one has any control over the beginning of their biography. If your's is living up to your dreams, Maybe you have the wrong dreams?

You can blame nepotism if you want, or put the blame on your inability to network, but what has that done for you so far?

(If you want some inspiration try reading a few real biographies, they don't begin like that or end like that)

I've never written my autobiography but I did put an "about the author" in the back of one of my books.

Emmett fixes things for a living and breaks things that need breaking. He’s written a few books that nobody’s ever heard of and makes table top games. He’s not famous for any reason good or bad.

He’s chosen the life of a recluse but hermits have a really rough go of things these days so he still goes out and buys energy drinks from time to time. He thought about starting a band for a while but then realized he had no musical talent so he’ll have to stick to his workshop. If you have his number, call him sometime.

He lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere with his ever forgiving wife, daughter, son who probably prefer not to be named in association with this book and two rockem’ sockem’ cats Finnegan and Jazeel.

Sure. And it's not my inability to network.
In fact it's the networking that held me back.

I am too poor to just do things on my own.
And the only way to go beyond that was a form of recklessness.

Recklessness that would worry said network.
... And will tighten their grips around me to ensure I'm "safe".


So as much as I tried to work my way of having a life outside home and other people's "stories"...

I don't have much of a direction of my own yet.
Maybe I still need to grow and catch up before starting my life -- which I've been trying to for the past 10 years...

Maybe my life would start if I found a perfect system.

Maybe my life would start if I were left alone.

Maybe my life would start when I woke up one day and see all of this as a large and long game.

Maybe my life would start if I would a miracle to consume or not consume everyday or lost the nuisance.

Maybe my life would start tomorrow... Or in the next half a century.


Regardless, I'm fricking bored.
I wish I was this opportunist without a conscience. Pride be damned, begging and fawning.

Maybe I should try that since not begging and not fawning doesn't work out much with me?

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My childhood is worth a few sentences; college life is worth at least a few paragraphs; military service alone is worth a few pages; and parenthood, career, and retirement would fill a great deal of space in my biography as well.

It is all about ability and willingness to improve your life and actually do something with it.  I never had anything resembling a "support network", nepotism was never a factor, and I was homeless and jobless for a while -- but I never gave up or blamed anyone other than myself for my personal screw-ups.

Of course, there will always be people trying to hold me down and rip me off, but I grew to recognize those people for what they are and before they could do anything to hurt me.

Time, effort, and experience beat the Hell out of blaming the world for my problems while doing nothing to resolve them.

Well, I've written two volumes about my life already and I only got to age 14. There was so much I wanted to write down and remember. Sometimes it's easy to miss the really important stuff in life (i.e. observe bugs, grow plants, sort rocks...etc.) if you focus on achievements only. But those are the stuff for eulogy. I bet your life is full of interesting stuff that you didn't think are important. It's mostly perspective.

I've done a lot in my early life but for the last 18 years I've been treading water and going round in a hamster wheel. So 18/54 is exactly 1/3 of my life I've wasted doing nothing. I want to do something more exciting and fun now!

(Actually that was quite exciting finding out that 18 goes into 54 exactly 3 times!)

It's a bit laughable that anyone would suggest, as if, nepotism doesn't exist in the world... by all means you can try to cope with your lives by believing that (unless, that is, you benefited from it in reality and are just saying this to gaslight, I suppose)... mostly, there's only luck for those who happen to succeed without prior foundations, but corruption is otherwise so rampant... with most inheritors being so much worse than their predecessors, it's quite rare that the alternative is true. Personally, I don't mind not engaging with 'society' (especially in a pandemic, everyone went truly selfishly crazy)... but see what nepotism ultimately produces, legislation by those who were all in the same network that allows water companies to literally dump faeces in rivers. So, society is brilliantly functional, according to some, I suppose...

You can either stop or find your way forward...pick one.

You aren't going to change the world, but you can change yourself and the ways you choose to interact with it.

If you are happy with the status quo, you can go ahead and keep thinking the way you are thinking and keep doing what you're doing.

I don't know why people write biographies, except autobiographies out of an interest in summing up what they experienced and did if the author finds it particularly interesting or cathartic to do so. I keep thinking of writing mine, but I don't think I'd try to publish it. I kept diaries during most of my life, and later on I constructed a brief summary of the whole shebang. Having spend a lot of my life recording and performing music, a lot of it reads like a Beatles discography, though of course my discography wouldn't sell very well and most of the earlier recordings didn't turn out to be very good. The rest of it is just the dates of things I remember experiencing or doing, with no particular emphasis on how impressive or otherwise they were. I suppose it's a kind of success story about how I started out as a crap musician and very slowly learned how to be a fairly good one. But mostly I guess I created it because I was starting to forget my own history - that made me feel uncomfortable for some reason, so I thought it would be good to look everything up and collect it together in an easily-referred-to timeline.

You may notice that I don't much care whether or not my life was was "successful" in the way society tends to view success. I've always been more geared up to surviving and keeping myself as comfortable and happy as possible. That's been a full-time job. I suppose I've done fairly well, though of course like every other mortal, I'll eventually fail.

The best biographies are not at all about what someone has achieved in the conventional sense. The best ones are about how that person developed, the hardships they went through and how they faced them.

In fact I think we are awash in biographies of the rich and useless and need more from those who have struggled. This kind can help authorities and society in general to see what we are getting wrong in the way people are treated, and how our actions can cause or relieve suffering.

In that sense, I would be very happy to read your autobiography, explaining how you got to the place you are at now (whether good or bad), how you have been unable to progress, and what changes you would hope for in society. But I agree, realistically, it would be hard for most of us unknowns to get our autobiographies or manifestos published. The world is far from fair.

I cannot fathom why someone would actually want to read my biography. I am human so I am prone to failures, some big, some small. It is not a good story overall, quite boring actually. I would rather have them read my epitaph on my tombstone after I am gone.

It will read: “I live in the past now as I have no future here. What lies below is just a memory left behind.”

I've written 7 books about my life from age 10-23. Unfortunately I can never get them published because they are handwritten only (can't stand typing stories, my handwriting and spelling and punctuation is good and neat and readable, I don't need spell check).

My books are in a similar style to the Diary Of A Wimpy Kid books. I am a fan of them. Mine is all from my life experiences, and thankfully I have a good memory of my adolescent years to be able to write several 400-page books about it.

In my books I'm not identified by sh***y autism or any other diagnoses. I'm just me, and it's down to the reader to decide on any neurological differences, just like in the Wimpy Kid books. I diagnosed Greg Heffley with Asperger's years ago even though the intention of the author most likely wasn't making the main character on the spectrum. But I can relate to Greg, and Rowley, so much.

Yes, my life is a large collection of the first lines to a biography. Sadly I rarely make it more than a paragraph before I get distracted writing a different one.

As a child I want a biography for myself.

I had typed, written bits here and there... First I just want mine to be private, to read when I'm ready.

But that never happened. I have no real privacy.
I end up not being able to consistently stick. Itself is also not consistent.

I could write a lot about me and my life...
Yet none were written in complete objective or even half of it are subjectively true.

Many details deliberately omitted, many details are inaccurate or untrue -- all because I have no real privacy and no one's fricking listening when I say I'm not ready.

It took me until about last year to actually write something flat out honest about what happened, what I thought, what I felt...
On a paper that likely no one's going to read. Hopefully.

But that's the thing when I was growing up -- this paranoia that someone would read it and spread it around before I'm ready.



At my current stage of life? I'm stuck.

Everything I wrote about my day repeats for years now. Things are repeating every week. Things are repeating every month. And the whole year came not seeing a change except time.

Everything became this pointless prediction without a change since I became an adult.

It's no wonder why I'm frustrated. And very bored.


If ever...
My sped teacher would be interested in it. She even want it.

Only and only if I'm ready. I even have a title for it.
For now all I have was a very particular journal that I only write whenever the feelings and thoughts arises...

... Which became way less frequent as I age.

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My life couldn't fit into a 'was born, graduated, succeeded' type of format. I've had several times where I have entered into something new, tried to figure it out, and managed to do alright or not so much. But for the most part it has been times of situations/things that I react to and try to get through, and times of amusement, boredom, upset, so on. Less straight line, more meandering, if that makes sense. It's fair to note that success to me has nothing to do with things like jobs or money, status, so on.