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The only traumatic thing thats happened to the computer recently is I tried to download an arkanoid game from the app store. I'm unsure of what this is and if I'm the only one to experience it. Also games that I've had that have previously been working foine have also started to crash on me recently and refuse to open at all. and now, I run ads on the internet.Today i opened Disk inventory X one of my trusty standby apps recommended to me here, and right before it gets to the point where it displays results, it's crashing. Rather than one small action blowing up into a much more important chain of events, two hugely improbable events are eventually lead to my birth(and obviously my extended family as well). I guess this is the opposite of the butterfly effect, really. They escaped the Nazis, and never got caught. So grateful that when the chief of police heard that the Nazis were coming to town to take inventory of who lived there, he came to my grandfather's house with some train tickets for him and his wife. The townspeople were very grateful to him. The town he lived in was largely agrarian, and their cow herds came down with some illness that was killing them. My other grandfather was a pharmacist, back when that meant actually making medicines, he was also a Jew. I'm also alive because a bunch of Romanian cows got sick. He was never reassigned, and in 1948, my mother was born. He recieved word that his unit had been completely destroyed. While he was on leave, the Russians launched Operation Uranus, which decimated the axis forces. She was born, and he was called back to Bucharest from the front. My grandfather was conscripted into the Romanian army as a medic, and his unit was one of the many acting as a defensive barrier, covering the Nazi supply lines to Stalingrad. It's surreal, and despite what people think. It's hard to explain, sometimes I think I was super lucky, sometimes I just kind of cry and wonder why I was lucky and others weren't. I moved home the next month because it was too much, and haven't been back since. I had two other friends who were amongst the 458 injured. The truck drove into the same crowd I was playing to, killing 86 people, including my at-the-time gf's uncle. Literally one hour later, my phone starts to blow the up with family and friends freaking out and asking if I was at the promenade. I stormed off home (by the station) in a bit of a sulk at having to re-string my guitar and cutting short what was essentially one of my most productive days of busking since moving there. I was massively gutted and decided to cut my losses early. Then suddenly not one, but two of my guitar strings snapped (I even remember I was playing 'The Scientist' at the time). I set up, played a couple of songs and was doing pretty well and making a decent amount of money. It's usually packed, and it just a generally pleasant place to be. As a musician I would make a bit of extra cash busking, and one day, I figured I'd go and busk at the promenade 'd'anglais by the sea. So a few years back, I lived in Nice (South of France) for a while. Although I am a living beacon of disappointment, I comfort myself with my 100k a year job, 2 day workweek, and 2 cats.īeing kicked out over a kitten saved me from wasting years chasing an improbable career just to please my parents.
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3 years later, I enrolled in college and became an industrial mechanic/millwright, to my parents great shame.Īfter a few years of this I landed a sweet contract where I work on Saturdays and Sundays but receive a full week's pay. Entering the work force showed me how much I love active jobs.
I couldnt afford a music degree while living on my own, even with the entrance scholarships.
I worked 3 jobs to support myself through senior year and graduated with entrance scholarships to both of the local universities. When my sister dropped me off, my parents locked me out, saying that if i wanted my own pet I needed my own place. My parents had given her 2 in her senior year and the implication was that it was my turn. In any case, there was a lot of pressure, and while I was successful at school and classical music, it was never enough.Īt 17, before senior year began, my sister gifted me a kitten.
I was a fine oboist, and took private voice lessons with intent to audition for the local music faculty (opera?). When my older sister's figure skating career ended in her early twenties, the spotlight shifted to me. My parents dream was to have a "famous child".
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