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[hunter]

46. I have a high drama family.

On my own I'm a hermit living in a university computer lab.

My mom is high drama. My girlfriends were high drama. And my wife is high drama.

I have a mess of siblings. We were all semi-feral children. My mom is very good with babies and toddlers but once a kid can find their own lunch and do their own laundry (somewhere between the age of four and seven) they're pretty much on their own. My dad's an artist. Two of my siblings ran away from home, not because the house rules were too harsh but because there was too much chaos. We all did pretty well academically, probably because we liked the structured environment of school.

Unfortunately I was a weird kid so middle and high school were hellish. I suffered a lot of bullying so I quit early for college. That was one of the best decisions I've ever made. It was strange being a minor in college. They had a special class for us so we wouldn't crash and burn. It was also obvious some professors and instructors didn't like having minors in their classes. There was no formal mechanism for quitting high school at the time, no GED like there was when my younger sister quit high school, but the high school principal and college could arrange it. Oddly, me and my dropout sister are the only siblings who graduated from four year universities.

I know the exact moment I brought chaos into my own life. It was my second year of college and I was still studying to be an engineer. There were only two women in my electronics class and a bunch of immature guys who spent most of their free time talking about fast cars and tits. I don't like cars, and coming from a matriarchal family of powerful women I never talked about women like that. One day I noticed one of the women wasn't coming to class and the other woman told me she'd quit.

Shortly after I changed my major to biology, maybe for the simple reason that the women outnumbered the men in that major and they didn't spend any time talking about cars or tits. Neither did the men. If any men were thinking it they wisely kept it to themselves.

I was asked to take time off from school for the first time about a year and a half later for fighting with a teaching assistant. They were nice enough to let me finish my other classes, but I got my first "F" ever in that class. That's about the time my mind started going weird on me.