Sidequest One

Pre-emptive Breakup

The decade of isolation and unemployment is apparently over.

To my disbelief after angry applying to a job posting at the gym I was frequenting.

I started a part-time job working at the gym on weekends the same time I returned to college part-time after...

I had long given up on dating and meeting anyone, even though that was my original goal, the drive behind me going to the gym in the first place.

Working at the gym was weird, it was a higher paid version of continuing to not work at all.

As long as I...

1. Opened the gym on time.
2. Filled the paper towl dispenser's when empty.
3. Empty the trash can's.
4. Write down customer's needs in the notebook, because I'll be unlikely to remedy them anyways. Pass it on to the manager
5. Don't bother picking up the phone, customer's are mean, and, I'll have to pass it on to the manager.
6. Less time signing up new gym-goer's
7. More time cancelling memberships
8. The gym was starting to let go when I was hired.

Lot's of things I could get by with doing once an entire weekend, if at all!

Besides a distraction always seeming to appear the second I would start to do anything computer studies related on my own!

The original 'goal' to aspire to. Doing schoolwork while at work never seemed to come to frution.

Which brings the lead character of this story falling astray at work, when I should be doing schoolwork, to reading manga.

Cough cough, among other dubious juvenile pursuits. It's all the more enjoyable when you get to break the rules doing it.

I may of just lost some sympathy points here, moving on!

I'm seriously worried about IP issues with others, I really respect and admire manga, anime, and video games from Japan. Japanese culture

I'm going to leave an obvious clue as to what chapter of what book led to romantic pandemonium.

Karte:13 - I was productive.

I had started reading my first manga.

At work, at a gym I trained at for the better part of a decade. It felt earned. It was also a huge deal to me given how long I had gone without.

An even bigger life-long hurdle was a meaningful encounter with the opposite gender.

I guess looking back my wish came true, just not in the way I thought it would.

Cue cute gym girl in my little black book of dream dates approaching me in the back office at work. I noticed her last second brazenly walking into the employee's only section gave me a jump.

I swear this was with militant precision.

Cute gym girl walked up, introduced herself, shook my hand, and I swooned for her.

We say hello, she reached out to shake my hand, introductions, goodbye!

Karte 13 - I was productive

This was the next chapter I read.

This was the WORST possibly timed thing that could happen in my entire life right now!

I have just started a new job, started school again, and the worst, largest incoming distraction that has a 99.9% success rate of sinking my battleship just got fired straight at me.

GAME OVER

...

I have a stack of useless song ideas I know nothing on how to bring reality.

But I can play all the instruments...

If I was to call my shot, based on song idea alone, this should be on a Rolling Stones top 50 break-up songs list.

Pre-emptive breakup

I was slaughtered, I was so upset. After everything that happened with ...

• Kookie Monster
• The Best

This is everything I want, and everything I dread.

Time to think back on my scorecard, my statistics from all these years of life.

My odds of success? 0.1% on a lucky day.

I knew going into this, this was never going to work out the way I wanted.

She isn't going to have feelings, or magically grow them in some naive "I should know better" magically situation where everything randomly works out once in my life.

I'm about to go through the roller coaster of having feelings for a girl that isn't going to return them.

I had to be considerate to myself. I went into this wanting to 'pre-emptively' breakup with her to save myself.

The best possible outcome I could hope for. Is a conversation, and a little understanding from the other side. I just wanted to share with her the absurdity of what had really just happened beween us.

I wanted my Persona moment in real life where I get to become friends with someone.

I've been emulating the things I do in video games in real life for enough instances for this to be a real consideration for me.

Comic Strip List

1. Fighting Games -> Karate
2. Gran Turismo -> Go-karts
3. Rock Band -> Drums

Long story short, if I wanted a breakup, I sure as hell got it.

It descended to hell quickly from a genuine, friendly request...

After having my ex-girlfriend get a malignant brain tumor.

After everything leading to a decade of isolation.

After everything leading to me meeting Death.

To another, perfect example of me feeling bullied, the continuation of a clear pattern, cycle of behaviour started way back when from the first time I was framed for stealing.

After everything with The Best, I got a tiny little moment of angry conversation with her on FUCKING Facebook of all things.

Then she blocked me, a clear reference or allusion to... The Best

...

If there was a moment in my entire life, one, where I could of received some sort of bare minimum of decency from the opposite gender, a bare minimum of consideration for how YOUR actions may of affected someone else. This was it.

It's been over a year and I'm still upset about this.

I refuse to be cordial with any of the employees from the gym where this happened.

I can't after how badly believing I died hurt, then this.

I have plenty of instances I could bring up about me being dramatic, angry, treating others poorly.

This was not it. I was at my best behaviour with her.

I was calm, patient, gave her space, asked for what I still believe is the bare minimums for acceptable behaviour in this situation.

I wanted to see her reaction with my own two eyes. Did she plan this somehow?

The plan was to share my plans in person for a pre-emptive breakup. Opening the doors for one instance of a genuine friend in a community that has shunned me my entire life.

...

This was so bad, this encounter mattered to me so much. This was the fatal blow for me ever having anything to do with the family tree ever again for the rest of my life.

If I'm not allowed to have one instance of reaching out to someone to be friends. One instance of getting to go on a date as an adult, getting to talk to someone about my side of the story.

Then I can't have anything to do with any of you ever again.

I should already be a financially independent adult by now that could choose to cut ties with all of you and choose where I live.

I won't play along and be friendly and merry at family events for only surface-level interactions when as far as I know, THIS kind of the moment is the exact thing they will all sponsor.

This pushed me to go forward with writing a story I never wanted to write and share publicly to begin with.

I have no means of reaching out to anyone in a relationship that would reach a level of depth for me to share my innermost secrets.

If I don't get to tell anyone, now, I have to tell everyone.