KidzTalk - Recent questions tagged commando

It's the "Truth" that you want, ay? Here be it.

Tue, 04 Apr 2023 13:40:55 +0000

Commando, you wanted the truth, no? You believe that I'm a liar. What I ask is why? The only thing that I've ever lied about here is that one post where I claimed that everything about me was fake. And, further, I ask you: why are YOU still here? Aye, I know that this site is nonsense. I mean, a place where you can't even spell the most basic of language or personal matters is nonsense. And yes, I am elsewhere, although not much anymore. I have Reddit and Facebook, I don't use them anymore.

Anyway, first and foremost, I'm not a city boy. I live in a place where you can see forever. Look north, and you'll see Canada, but it looks exactly the same. Look east, and you'll see nothing but the Sweet Grass Hills and the wind farm that powers Alberta. Look south, and you'll see absolutely nothing. Look west, and you'll see nothing except the mountains. If you want to go to anywhere "civilized," as it's known locally, you have to drive 2-2 1/2 hours to get to a city that has more than two grocery stores, or any kind of actual restaurant, etc.

My life is miserable. I hate it. I absolutely do. My dad is my worst enemy. Truth be told, some of it is me. I'm the one that causes most of my own problems because I'm also HIS worst enemy. For reference, he gets a lot of his problems from his Iraq-derived PTSD (the VA wanted to give him 100% but he's rejected it time and time again because he's paranoid that he'll be put on a list).

I've tried different things to help. I thought philosophy might help me. Some time ago I read Walden in an effort, people like Emerson too. Nope. The one thing that I really loved--my passion, everything--was leather working. By my leather craft, I was able to escape, to forget about life momentarily, it meant everything to me. But ultimately I lost that too. That git taken away from me just like everything else. It was the very last thing I cared about.

I have run away multiple times. Of course, each failed for some reason or another. Why my story of my running away in December '21 you refuse to believe I have no idea. Think about it mate: if I made it up, I would have made it interesting, say some crazy stuff happened, say I'm still in the run. But I'm not. If I lie about something like that, I'm going to take advantage of the dishonest opportunity. I am about this particular incident because it seems to be the spark that made you hate me. Why? Tell me, straight up, why?

You ask about how I'm not caught here, first, I don't have a phone. I thought I told you this on Discord. Second, I burn the browser (I'm on DuckDuckGo). This, I didn't do anything on this tablet I'm working on for a long time, so eventually my dad got tired of checking it. He does occasionally, but finds nothing. I'm just sneaky with it is all. I wait for the couple moments I can spare. I got real good at it while I was communicating with fellow runaways online. When I was on the computer, I did get caught once; he found a screenshot I took from here but it just sent him to the website, so he didn't see that I actually had an account. And several other times I want fast enough on closing the tabs and deleting the history, so he saw I was on the internet but never saw what it was that I was actually doing. Most of the time it was trying to figure out my best chances of running away.

As for attention, that gets a little more complicated. It's the whole point of social media not to participate in virtual social interaction? It not, then yeah, I guess I want attention, but I thought that it was just the same as anything else. I ask for advice and chat with people (or, I suppose argue with them, but that's besides the point). What of the hundreds of posts talking nonsense about themselves, their childish romances, etc etc etc? I know that this place is great below my level. Reddit is far better. But I just get bored and I have no use for Reddit anymore (I never had it for leisure, it was always pure business), so I come here every now and again. Yeah, this site is really for children, not people who are about to be paying their own rent and living by themselves. I kept going you would return, and you did. Then you left. And for some reason, you came back. Why? You're my elder, and you're still here. I had Discord too, but then my dad deleted my email that I had for it and now I can't make a new account because it needs a phone number.

I think that's about everything without going into too many details in my personal life. If there is anything I missed, expression it in detail and I swear to the Four Winds I'll honestly tell you if you're right. If also like to know exactly what you think I'm lying about, because so far I seem to be pretty out of the loop here. Nobody trusts me and I have yet to find out why.

Speaking of which, all of the rest of you can go ahead and say if you don't trust me, if I'm a liar.

C, though, please just tell me in detail what you think I'm lying about, why I am now someone to stay away from. I know I didn't want to be treated like a little kid, but now's the time to treat me like one.

And while we're at it, feel free to ask me anything else. This is currently my entertainment.

To Commando, Cyberdude, and everyone else involved in our nonsense drama

Sat, 14 May 2022 14:51:04 +0000

Undoubtedly many of you have seen the post I made asking for advice about running away some days ago. Now, and here, is where I think I ought to say a few things, just because the whole is getting really confusing (mildly amusing, yes, but stupid as well).

To Commando:

I hope that you have read my full account of what happened to me that December night. I swear to the holy gods, everything I said there is 100% true, more so, even, than what I told my parents. I believe that in that comment, I answered most of your questions of doubt. Now, when I wrote to you originally in the post, I was merely explaining why it was that I had not spoken to you, not yet knowing that you were mad at me for I’m not sure what. I didn’t even think that you would be there that quickly, or if you would ever read it at all. Well, I stand corrected, apparently. I suppose that I must have made a mistake in wording that message to you. I was not mad at you, again, I was only saying why I had not spoken to you. Please understand this fact. In addition, you call me a liar, and for what? For the experience which I should not have shared with you? Or for that experiment which I performed on you all some months ago? If the latter is the case, then my sincerest apologies. I was fully planning on coming back and admitting what I did after a couple days, just like what happened. It all worked according to plan.

To Cuberdude:

I never got to talk to you that much. I’m glad you’ve made good partners with C. He’s a good man. I can see exactly how you’re seeing everything (I think, anyway), so pretty much everything that applies to Commando (what’s his name now? Did he change it again from Nameless?) will also apply to you. I appreciate you being rational and thoughtful through all this nonsense.

To BlueZSwagger:

Once more, I appreciate your words of confusion and honesty. I understand that everyone has their own problems, and I try to honor that fact. I cannot, however, dive into the depths of my troubles, nor can Commando or Cyberdude. Unless I am mistaken, humanity itself has 100 problems to face. A man has a thousand. Please understand.

To Wrya:

I feel like you’ve become too involved in this mess than is proper. I believe I understand you, although, admittedly, it’s hard to keep track of when I’ve got three people yelling at me, more trying to understand me, and more yet talking to each other in the same comment thread. Apologies. Please, do not take any of this seriously, it is nothing to fret over. Just a big joke the future (Ahem, Pumpkin) “Kidzsearchers” will laugh over, after we’re all finished ourselves. It’s ridiculous, it really is, and rather humorously so.

To everyone else:

While I was never actually given any advice on that question, it did offer some entertainment. I’m on Reddit now, which, although everything is still approved by moderators before it goes up, happens to be much better for my own purposes. I hope that you all had a decent tuck trying to figure out what was happening in the comments. It proved worth the time, as I’m on a SubReddit now specifically for runaway teens, as well as one for Vagabonds. Oh, and Pumpkin, you said that I have a ‘history’ of lying and making stuff up. I’d like to kindly remind you all that I did that ONCE, on purpose, as an experiment, and I immediately turned around and revealed the truth once more. An explanation on how ONCE is ‘history,’ please? Thanks, mates. Oh, and, again, I offer my apologies for anyone who needs them.

The same goes for you, too, Commando. This is the internet. Call me a city boy all you like, it won’t make a difference. But I ask this of you: had you been as active the day I made that post, what would you have believed?

Should we make peace again, I would like to tell you some important things.

And, may I remind you, you swore upon your soul that you would not reveal my secrets to any other human walking on this planet.

Apologies for the inconvenience, folks, but thank you,

Silver

P.S. Like you, C, I’m not taking a lot of this seriously, but some people are. Plus, I would prefer if I could write this out myself to clear it all out for myself. Besides, the comments on my other post were getting way too crazy.

IN HONOR OF

Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:48:23 +0000

This post is in honor of Commando and Dukesilver.

I did not get to know Dukesilver very well, but I knew Commando fairly well.

Commando: you are a great person. You may be stubborn, but you are very smart. At some point I think you helped us all out with something. I for one am sad that you left, you were a good friend.

Dukesilver: I did not get to know you very well, but you were probably a great person too. We all will miss you, and most of us are sad that you left.

We will miss you both, and may your legacies live forever.