Blasphemy.

Is there an altogether different personality you have IRL? Do you talk/laugh/sing/dance/breath/spell/write/see/[insert verb of choice] differently? Or are you a well-balanced, single (or simple)-minded person in both dimensions?

First off, for those of you who do not know (or really care), my name is Pirithivi. B. Yogeswaran. I am 14 years old in my first year of high school.
I've been on MMOT almost since it's birth, along with such famous names as Aaru and Jesusfreak. Although I was only a newb writer in those wizened days, I have since gained a striking ability to write short stories, not all of which is erotica, thank you.

I am a very calm, open-minded person in reality. I am the rebel and the nonconformist, if you happen to witness a protest against the unfair trials and tribulations of a certain debonair, it was most likely led by me. I am an empirical agnostic, a hopeless romantic, and I am unfortunately diseased.

No, not a virus. Unless that virus is made of concrete lemons.

I am a pathological liar.
For those of you benighted enough, it simply means that I openly lie about anything and anyone. Without realizing it until much later on in the day or even month.
It happens without my prior knowledge, the untruths simply fall out of my mouth. I once fabricated a story in Grade 10 that involved me getting a female pregnant at a summer camp and us keeping the baby.
That rumor has sadly evolved to me assimilating not one, but 6 girls into a baby-carrier state, in the timestamp of 5 months. Interesting.

What does this have to do with my online life? Wistfully, I am almost the exact same in real life as I am on the Internet. With one exception, I do not feel the immense power of guilt (in the form of a flashlight).

Let me explain. The Internet is a CPR mask for me, a one-way funnel to a life that you can shape and mold into anything you please. Many take that blissful opportunity and absolutely waste it, with the backdrop of being honest and good.
Well screw that. Hard. (Pardon my Latin)

I have convinced people that I am a 23-year old girl living in Stockholm. I have connived fellows to believe in the fact that I have an X-blood type that allows me to regenerate muscle tissue at an alarming rate. I have, yet I do not here. Ah, yes, my friends. I am actually 17. And a transvestite capable of asexual reproduction with only my 6 fingers.

See now, that's weird. But my brain told me to say that. Why? I have not the foggiest ideal. If you do attempt to understand me (and succeed, Mary Moo-Cow help you if you fail), please let me know what the bloody hell goes on in there.

I endeavor towards appearing sophisticated. Whether through proper grammar or a love of everything possible, I try. It works sometimes.

And now for something completely different.
^ That is the quote that runs through my head almost every 4.28 seconds.

I will never say I am simple-minded. On the contrary, I have levels of brain activity even I cannot comprehend. But so does everyone, we just need the proper feet to enter the glass slippers of the hell that is our mind.

That is me. That is the Pirkid you all love or hate, repress or witness.

~Pir <3
I love you all from the bottom of my heart. And that is not a lie. 🙂

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