Once again I have been tagged by the lovely AyyyLexi, so lets do these 12 random facts shall we~
(Somehow the theme of these facts became 'my problems & fears', so yeah that happend... beware of some emotional ones, I guess...)

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#1> "'Stranger danger at school'? I do not know what thay speak of~"
I can literally come up to a random student/teacher and say they have a nice shirt, then continue walking (this happend more than once, but it only inconveniences my friends rather than me for some odd reason).
Though I do draw the line when a person just plainy looks dangerous, but for the rest if I see you at my school (cause I legit don't go anywhere else except school and home) I may just randomly compliment you and continue walking.

2#> When I was younger I had problems talking and never wanted physical contact.
Now I talk Way Too Much and hug almost everything.
I think this has something to do with me being a cat but I'm not completely sure :3

3#> Once I stopped to think about what I was afraid of, and suprisingly I'm scared/have a (small) traumas of a lot of things.

{Other peoples dogs}: Here where I live most dogs more or less could all get out of their yard, and that's not fun when you are an 8-year-old child riding a bicycle in Your neighborhood when suddenly 2 dogs run behind you and you try to get away as fast as possible but one dog caught you at your foot and you're scared the other's growling you scream and cry and fall down tangled in your vehicle and the dog that caught you won't leave you alone.
Thank God my neighbor heared me scream and warded off the dogs, went up to the owner and threatened to shoot the dogs dead if they ever did something like that again.
After that I didn't go on the streets of my neighborhood for 5 years, so I never went anywhere other than home and school. The thing is I don't mind my own dogs or dogs of people I know, but everytime I walk through my neighborhood and the dogs start barking and trying to go over their relatively low fences I get scared, very scared.
Years later I entered a flowershop to buy my mom some flowers for her birthday and the cashier started talking like she knew me (this is highly possible with my father being pretty known), so I asked how she knew me. She answered she was the owner of those dogs. I quickly paid for the flowers and hightailed it out of there.
The end.

{The streets}: This is is mostly because of the reason I'm scared of other people's dogs, but also because I read a lot and guess the grand reason a lot of people die; by car accident. Of course it's not the main reason everyone dies, but a lot of them do die getting hit by a vehicle, and I'm not about to be next just because of some drunk driver or somethin'. Also a reason I only go from home to school and vise-versa, except if it's someone's birthday, then I just go to their birthday. So yeah that's about it with the streets, I hope.

{The bodem of the sea}: Because I can't Sea what's beneath me, so even if I can literally stand half in the water I still try to float just not to touch what's beneath me. This is particuliarly because humans will always fear the unknown, particuliarly because I personally think the worst way to die is to drown (it somehow has influence) and that I got badly stung by a jellyfish when I was 5. These all combine and turn into this fear I guess.

(I get a bit emotional at this one, read at own risk)
{My old after-school care}: I don't know how to translate this word; in dutch it's 'opvang', but what I'm talking about doesn't mean 'shelter'. It's the place you are brought to after school to do your homework and afterwards go home.
Now usually I don't say the intensed version of dislike, as it is a word my family doesn't like using unless in Very critical situations (cool huh in my house you can say shit and nobody really cares, but if you say the h-word everybody looks at you sternly. I just love how my family works XD).
Now the place where I had to go, let's just call it Stickwick, I had to go there every thursday and friday.
Let me make something clear, I absolutely HATED the place.
I Despise it with my entire being, and I still do after the 3 years I finally got out of that hell hole.
So let me start my rant on the place and tell you why I dislike it with such intensity.
Oke so I don't know how your school works, but we have 6 years of elementary school, and from the very start you drown in homework. My siblings are still in elementary school and for such young kids they have a lot to stress over already, I'm not joking. So when I was in my second year in elementary school it became a bit too much for me seeing I had to do it very much on my own  as my parents worked a lot, my siblings were still babies and our english caretaker couldn't help me with my dutch homework and math. So I had to go somewhere to get help with it all, and we stumbled over Stickwick. I wish I could of told my parents how badly mentally scarred I was becoming the longer I stayed there, but seeing as I was literally a person who wouldn't talk about my problems until they literally ate me up, I kept quiet. One of the side-affects of staying there was that I will cry at the slightest issue, probably because my body has learned that I don't speak of my problems so it made that I cried to get the attention (like I'm doing now I guess...). I can't convey to you how bad it felt being there; it felt like you were being watched constantly and closely, just so that when you mess up just the tiniest bit you'll be lectured on it So Severly. And the problem is; I'm a people-pleaser, and it is the worst trait I could of possibly have at that wrenched place. I wanted to please them So Badly, it was killing me from the inside out to see and have to hear their dissapointment of my treatment. I just kept trying, and somehow 'trying' always seemed to be the keyword, cause it felt like it was never enough. I wanted a compliment, a nod of aproval- Anything that would make me not feel worthless that day, but, as always, it wasn't enough for them. A side-affect of this is that I still feel uneasy on thursdays and fridays, as the ghost of the memories I had in those days still effects me.
I don't have a shield when it comes to those looks of dissapointment and harsh lectures. I seriously don't. In those 4 years I spend there I wish could have somehow developed one. I really wish I did. But till now the same insult can hurt me just as much, just as much till it seemingly becomes facts.
I always felt like I had to time everything I did; don't eat too fast or too slow, never ask the teacher a question when she'll already busy with something, always seem busy with something, easily agree to something, always try to understand the explanation after only hearing it once so that she wouldn't have to repeat herself, never go to the toilet more than 3 times, use those toilet brakes for emergencies such as crying and not understanding a question, always act like your yawning when crying, always try to never poop as they will complain about the smell, always adress them with 'u' and Never 'je' when speaking ('u' is the formal way of saying 'you'(('je' in dutch)), it has hurt me mentally too many times when they start that lecture), never seem impatient, always drink a cup of water even if you aren't thirsty, when they call imidiately reply with a smile and asking how you can be of service, ect.ect.ect.ect.ect.ect.Ect.
A pretty long list of things I've learned never to cross over or else expect a lecture for disobediance.
It wasn't even only the teachers there that did it, it were the children my age that did so much more damage than I could ever let on. I was the ideal person someone could pick on; I'm chubby, have a long nose, wouldn't talk back, gulible, doesn't have a fashion-sense, intelligent, couldn't understand the language of the island, one of the only white kids between all the more colored people, a teacher's pet, always tries to help even if I got a knife in the back in return, didn't have friends and had glasses (I remember the first day I had new glasses I went there; I got a tennisball to the face and the teacher somehow found I was at fault. I remember he had the Audacity to call him my friend, I remember I blew it there with my kind act and shouted at him that he was never Ever concidered a friend. Guess what I got, another lecture).
The girls were just as bad as the boys. I remember one of chasing me and I ran to quickly shut the door of the restroom to lock myself in, and she just went to the window and said bad things about me like none of that ever happend and that she wasn't talking to the victim of her insults. Weird kids if you ask me, I hoped with all my heart for them to end up homeless and alone when they grew up (I know, that isn't nice to wish on people, but I truly didn't care what others thought of it, I was alone and helpless and everytime I was there wished with all my heart to leave.) Once I concidered just giving them a salut with my middle finger and walk home, but that never happend (but I still dreamed of it everytime).
But the Worst of all, the absolute worst, was a boy named
'Bradley Hellmund'. Just Look at his name, he truly was a Brat from Hell.
For he was meanest kid/bully I've ever known. You know, I could go on and on how he was terrible and left me with too many mental scars and nightmares that I can count, or that he couldn't even tell time or do math, but I'm tired. I'm just very tired of this bad excuse for human being, and I should probably let go of this grudge I now sustained for 7 years in total. I just really disliked him, and it was my happiest moment when I went to a higher and most of all different school than him or the rest of those children so I didn't have to see them ever again.
The thing was, Stickwick didn't help kids of high-school level, and somehow I found it an achievement that I endured it for those 4 years. Yes those were the worst years of my life, but I'm here now, so that means I survived, broken but alive. For the people who actually read this entire thing let me say thank you, I just really needed to get this off my chest.

{losing my voice}: Once I became really sick and my throat really hurt to use, so I tried not saying anything. Never have I felt so, invisible... It's like no one saw me just because they couldn't hear me. I remember that day at school so clearly, I got walked by so many people that I needed something of, just because they couldn't hear me. Usually I'm loud, and it felt so Horrible to be so silent. Truly, I believe that's the reason Papyrus is so loud; afraid that no one will hear him, see him, and believe him.
And I guess that's it for the fears, on to other facts about  me.

#4> I can read 24/7, so I don't know about you but I find that quite an achievement X3

#5> I want to be a therapist, or at least try to be one. Don't know what kind of therapist, but I always had a passion for trying to understand peoples views and opinions and why they think so. Also, to show that a mental 'dis'ability isn't fake, or that the person just wants more attention. It's as real as physical pain, in most cases Worse, because scars heal, trauma's will always be a part of you, no matter how far you push them away. And for the idiots who think these mental 'illnesses' just heal, I'd like to see you try healing a broken arm by just wishing it away. Good luck doofus.
So yeah this is what I wanna try, and some people in my life, whenever in real life or on Wattpad, have given me more of a push to try what I want to do (you know who you are, thank you once again ^-^)

#6> My house has a long history of pets, becoming something closely similiar to a petting zoo. In total, in my life, we've had:
- 2 turtles (both are still with us)
- 7 rabbits (1 is still alive)
- 5 cats (2 are still alive)
- 7 dogs (3 are still alive)
- 18 hamsters (1 is still alive)
- 3 birds (1 died and the other 2 were released in the wild)
- 23 fish (none survived)
- 2 horses (both with still with us but not at the house)
- 15 hermit krabs (no one survived)
- 5 shrimp (all are currently dead)
There has also been a lot of deaths now that I look at the numbers, but that's beside the point.

#7> I didn't want to be this, but apparently I'm very dense.
I don't imidiately see if someone means something a little less nice, but somehow it always bounces off me. There were many instances my friends would come up to me afterwards and explained what happend through the eyes of a not-dense person.
Though I'm very airheaded, I hold long grudges. Like, Very long. I don't think it's been very well for my mental health, but I guess it's a side affect of the past.
I think a charm of mine is that I don't care what others think of me, and what they define as 'normal' (Pfft- Me, normal? Pe-lease, normal is too small of a box for me to fit in. That's why I'm an out-of-the-box person, it's just who I am :D)

#8> Out of the choises of being a:
-Do-er,
-Think-er
-Dream-er
I am most definitely a Dreamer :3
I think too long about things that don't affect me in the future and I always live in the scenerios of what will happen in my stories, yet it takes me A Lot of effort to write them down (again I'm very sorry for the very late updates).

#9> Do I seem childish? If you answered yes I'm very relieved, cause I want to stay childish FOREVER NHEYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEhehehe, he.

#10> I'm bilangual, but English has always been my favorite language. I always love to find new words while reading to use as writing- and pun-material, it has always been one of my favorite activities to do.
Did you know that 'Spiffing' is an old English term for 'Great' or 'Awesome'. I found this in one of wattpad's books, and since 'Awesome' is my favorite word I found it Amazing to find other Great ways to say it X3

#11> it's been around a year since I've been in the Undertale (2016- 2017), yet I Still haven't found anyone in real-life who shares my passion for it.
I don't know why I put this as a fact, I guess it's because I'm running out of facts to tell or that it's really been bugging me how No One I know is in the Undertale fandom. I don't Understand, Undertale is too awesome not to love Xc

#12> I love to sing.
Yup that's going to be my last fact, I seriously can't come up with any other at the moment, #Deal with it.

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People I dare to do this as well, here it comes:

TheReturnOfTurtle
Foxlettgirl
krissyxlove
sparkling-shadow
Kowarion
ConfusedQueen
ImMysticTrash
Pikagirl439
omgacreativeusername
DamBlueSeaweed
bibliophilicgrl
patepoteto

(I didn't know how many people I was suppose to choise so I chose 12 like the amount of facts cause my logic works like that XD
Join if you want to, you don't have to if you don't want to :3)

Well have a nice day~
- Elina Violets ^-^

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