"Tragedy"s and Comedies

All my life I have felt different, but in a world with a population of 6.6 billion people, is that even possible?  With so many people in the world, can one person truly be unique?  Surely I am not alone and none of us should be with such a significant population.  Yet at some point we all feel lonely.  We feel lonely even when we are not alone.  If you could read a person’s mind, wouldn’t it be shocking to know what they are thinking?  I often wonder this as people perceive me as a sunshiny optimistic person when I mostly walk around with thoughts of pessimism and a storm that is brewing within.  I have decided to share my story in knowing that someone…some people are able to empathize with me…  

​I was born on December 21, 1982 in Miami, Oklahoma.  If you are not aware December 21st is the first day of Winter and therefore, the darkest day of the year.  This has totally been my claim of fame for emo personality.  

I was born into a middle class family that consisted of my Mother, Deborah Nelson and Father, Leslie “Steve” Stephen Nelson, sister, Dawn Walters, brother, Christopher “Chris” Lee Walters, brother, Matthew “Matt” Brian Walters.  It was a real family and in the next five years, I lived a real family life in Middle Class small town bliss.  What occurred in the following 20 years, determined the person that I am today.  I had two choices.  The odds were stacked against me as I lived with my divorcee mother and two brothers after my parent’s divorce.  By the time I came around, I think my mother was tired of playing the role and finally wanted to live her life.  She jumped from man to man, worked nights, and developed a prescription drug problem that lasted for several years.