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AP US History
Gatherum
Autobiography
Aug. 20, 2009
“[Insert Catchy Title Here]”
[Before this story begins, Gatherum would like to note that he enjoys speaking in the third person when writing autobiographies. He would also like to note that he enjoys breaking the fourth wall. Though these facts may or may not produce in others the impression that he is rather pretentious, he is merely starved for some rather odd need to differentiate himself from the masses. Someday, he shall mature from it, most assuredly. Bear with him.]
Somewhere in the large, deformed boomerang-shaped state of California (which shall one day be seaworthy), there is a small town that few people turn their eyes to, known officially as Oakland. Previously a city without any specific notability or scorn, such changed when the demon child Gatherum was spawned by the heretics Gatherus and Gathera. As the latter is more of a secondary character that vacated from relevance only six months into the lifespan of this child, it is unknown as to whether or not she was burned at the stake for this blasphemy against Humanity. The former yet raises the child to the current date. Gatherum has never paid any drastic thought toward his mother’s absence, though he acknowledges the possibility that he may meet her someday.
Aside from the disputed possibility that his mother may have been under the influence of some form of substance, there is little of note in regard to the life of Gatherum. His father and grandmother, who shall go unnamed (known informally and affectionately as Grandma Toni to him, and simply as Toni to the rest), raised him as a well-behaved, pacifist, cooperative child, somewhat sheltered in the early years. There was a time when he was semi-religious, something that he abandoned when he realized that the basic idea made no sense, reinforced by the later knowledge that the documents pertaining to it were all writ by human hands at the design of human minds and interpretation. Today, he is an apathetic Atheist, perfectly content with the simple fact that neither religion, nor science will ever answer the whole of the innumerable questions pertaining to the universe. Such apathy does not halt at such disputes, however; it is perhaps his most defining quality today, for it goes hand-in-hand with his preferences of free and abstract thought, pessimism (which he embraces as more realistic than optimism), and his general neutrality to most disputes. He believes that such allow him to see and, hopefully, interpret any and all viewpoints (or at least, as many as he can) in a given situation, though, like science, religion, and essentially everything else, it is imperfect.
His objectives in childhood were generic: firefighter, fighter pilot, and, much to his modern chagrin, police officer. Whether or not that was a step below or above his current indecisiveness in regard to a future career is uncertain: he has a small number of possibilities in mind, such as Graphics Artist, Musician, and the like, though, since he lacks the reputable skills needed for them, such may as well be illusions on the same level as what he imagined in his youth. In a way, it is unfortunate: such issues, as well as his rejection of common morals and norms have left him a rather introverted example of a human, which, in turn, has perhaps allowed him too much free time for thought. He concludes that people in general are much more complacent in the current age and that those with the power to move society are wasting their words and influence, focusing more upon bludgeoning their opponents with words, which are thinly-veiled by moral crusades of change, improvement, growth, stabilization, and promises of a better life. If there is truth in such claims, he has not seen it proven. As such, he carries no hope for the world that humans have created, and believes that when it all crumbles around them, the Earth itself, perhaps the most precious thing he can see other than his friends and family, will be an unfortunate casualty. The virus of humanity is now too widespread, and it is for that and the aforementioned reasons that he is semi-misanthropic, hoping in vain that the human race, himself included, may die without the Earth dying with them.
As far as he can remember, he has always had social difficulties. In his youth, it was his propensity for his derivation of amusement in annoying those around him, partly for the sake of curing his chronic condition of boredom, and partly for satisfying his addiction for the narcotic known widely as attention. As of now, it is, quite simply, spite, on his part. Foregoing the desire to fill either any niches, or his heart with company (though he does maintain friendships), he turns his attention either to nature (which, he would admit, he spends less time in than he would prefer), or, again, to abstract thought; “space”, as it is commonly known. Other blissful distractions include music, television, and video games. He still has yet to seek any employment, nor a license in personal transportation. In fact, it may be said that he prefers to walk into the distance. There is more to see that way.
Regarding the past, present, and future, Gatherum leaves the latter to chance, for it is ever-shifting, though, like any other, he will attempt to predict it. Such is why he disbelieves in fate and destiny, and it is perhaps also why he has yet failed to determine his direction. Silently, he hopes that that shall somehow change. For now, he enters another year; it is the last year, yet it already begins with him at odds with the system. Nothing seems at all different.
As it is likely abundantly clear, he also fails quite oft to highlight that which can be considered his positive qualities. However, partly due to his apathy, and partly due to a lack of room to elaborate, he shall let those speak for themselves. If they are never noticed, then they are of little consequence. With that, he bids Godspeed to those that meet him…they will need it.
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