On a good day, humble, honorable, hardworking, loyal, and kind. But good days are rare and thus these traits, while practiced, are not omnipresent. If I had to be honest, I'm a liar and a thief. I lie so much about what I am, what I can do, who I know, and I usually make good lies because all those things, I've taken from others. Not an original thought in my head nor an original opinion out of my mouth. Sure maybe I don't exactly echo the exact words other people make, but that doesn't mean I didn't copy it. Negativity aside, I wouldn't call myself a loner, but I certainly have no problems being alone. My esteem is pretty low; I know I'm a fat kid who can't even walk up a flight of stairs without getting mildly winded. I play a lot of games by myself and even then I'm not the best at them because I never need to "beat" anyone at those games. In those games I can be as strong as I want, which usually means just strong enough for me to keep believing I have strength. I'm rather pitiful.

So yeah, I am humble in the sense that I don't talk about my accomplishments; if you ask me I accomplished nothing. My "honor" is just an excuse to pretend I have pride, so when people talk shit I don't look like a total pussy and do nothing. I work hard just because I'm too stupid to work smarter. Sure I'll try to find an easy way, but that usually means cutting corners, not doing something clever. I'm loyal because I have no reason to be a traitor. If you treat me well, I'll do you a solid. If you don't then I leave you. And I'm kind because I don't see the reason to be a dick to anyone. Call it the golden rule: don't be a dick to others and they won't be a dick to you. That's basically it.

Of course I'm usually not this pitiful. I keep up a good facade of being a cool-headed, nonchalant jolly fellow. Sometimes I might even have a sarcastic quip. I'm so used to lying that after a while I sometimes forget the truth and believe in the stuff I make up. If I pretend to be some hot shit, sometimes actually follow through with it (Or at least try). Sometimes I'm a pervvy dude who wants to bang on the girls, flirting with chicks with horrible pickup lines and coming off more like a creepy stalker than a suave fellow. Even though normally I'm terrified of making myself look that stupid because heyo, this isn't the usual sensible fat Dominick, this is the horny motherfucker who's going to get some ass tonight. So on and so forth. So all those good qualities you see above, they're usually just a... Manifestation of a mood. Maybe I pretend I'm a nice guy. Maybe I'm just a sleezeball who can't keep his man in his pants. Whatever it is, it's at least more interesting than the truth. Because the truth is, you'll never meet the real me who wrote these words.

I'd like to say it was interesting, but that's a matter of perspective. I grew up to a couple of immigrants, making me a first generation of my kind in America. Thus I took a lot of American culture and essentially eschewed my cultural heritage. So even though I'm an asian guy, don't expect me to know any language beyond English or customs aside from what you'd get from your average white folk. I like to think that makes American more diversity, but I've essentially white-washed myself.

Self pity aside, there isn't really much else to say about my childhood. I wasn't really allowed to go out and play in the neighborhood, so I got used to staying inside. We had a Playstation 1 that my brother always hogged, so I coveted the chances I could get to play on it. Growing up I only sorta was social in school. I talked to people and stuff, but I was a big chicken. If people were mean to me I did the stupid thing and tried to ask for help, but no one stood up for me, least of all the teachers. It made me feel weak and I couldn't rely on anyone, so I just sorta... Left everyone alone. Figured that if I wasn't there, they wouldn't bother me. That's essentially how things played out during my childhood. Yeah sure, my folks tried to get me into stuff like soccer or karate, and I stuck with it for the most part, but that was just shit to do to make them stop worrying about me. If you ask me what I do at home it wouldn't be practicing my kicks; it'd be playing on the computer.

That being said, it wasn't all games and junkfood. If the games did anything for me, it was foster my imagination. Sure most parents are afraid that their kids would learn new and horrible ways for kill each other through games, but for me, it taught me how to be a different person. Escape my reality and become someone who is stronger, more interesting, or at least is capable of holding a conversation with someone. My imagination ran wild, as it finally allowed me to be whoever I wanted to be, not whatever people say I am or worse, who I actually was.

That's why I was quite excited to join this "Dear Anonymous" program from my English class. Anonymously talk to one of my classmates through an online alias? Hell, I already do that everyday. Doing it for a class would be an easy A.