A Recent Private Message
Me: Did I Scare You away?
Them: No, You're good. It's just your traumatizing back story you told it like comedy stand up routine. That's what's surprised me a bit.
@HootyTheNightOwl Got another one
Updated on February 18 2026
Friends have been messaging me what was said in the PM. Well here is the copy of the message
So they wanted to know about my childhood. So here is a copy and paste of the conversation
So you really want to know. So, let’s dive right in—I had a pretty unique upbringing. You know, some kids had fathers who taught them to ride a bike... mine taught me how to dodge.
Yeah, growing up, I thought ‘home’ was a safe space... until I learned it wasn’t just the monsters under the bed that were scary! Just your average Tuesday, right? I’d be playing hide and seek and my friends would go... 'Where’s your dad?' And I’d say, ‘Oh, just hiding behind those emotional scars!
But honestly, it taught me some life skills! You know how they say practice makes perfect? My dad was like a drill sergeant, perfecting my ability to exit rooms. I was basically a ninja by the age of ten. Stealth mode: activated!
And the irony? At family gatherings, it was like a 'Batter Up' game. Me and sister were the only kids wearing a helmet at the dinner table—didn't know what I was protecting myself from: forks or feelings!
You ever notice how people say, 'You can’t choose your family'? Well, I definitely would have swiped left on mine! If they had the internet back then. But hey, they say life builds character, right? I guess I’m basically a masterpiece of anxiety at this point.
Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m grateful! Because of everything, I learned how to empathize. I see a sad puppy and I'm like, ‘Man, I feel you, buddy. You get fed when you make people laugh too!’
Nowadays, I actually make a living telling jokes about my past. So, if my dad were still here, he’d probably roll his eyes and say, ‘See? I taught you to be funny!' To which I’d reply, 'Yeah, Dad, but I could’ve done without the trauma… I just wanted comedy workshops, not family horror shows!
But hey, it’s all good now. The past is the past. I traded those skills for a mic, and I promise not to throw any punches... just punchlines!
Thank you!
And this is what they got
Them: No, You're good. It's just your traumatizing back story you told it like comedy stand up routine. That's what's surprised me a bit.
@HootyTheNightOwl Got another one
Updated on February 18 2026
Friends have been messaging me what was said in the PM. Well here is the copy of the message
So they wanted to know about my childhood. So here is a copy and paste of the conversation
So you really want to know. So, let’s dive right in—I had a pretty unique upbringing. You know, some kids had fathers who taught them to ride a bike... mine taught me how to dodge.
Yeah, growing up, I thought ‘home’ was a safe space... until I learned it wasn’t just the monsters under the bed that were scary! Just your average Tuesday, right? I’d be playing hide and seek and my friends would go... 'Where’s your dad?' And I’d say, ‘Oh, just hiding behind those emotional scars!
But honestly, it taught me some life skills! You know how they say practice makes perfect? My dad was like a drill sergeant, perfecting my ability to exit rooms. I was basically a ninja by the age of ten. Stealth mode: activated!
And the irony? At family gatherings, it was like a 'Batter Up' game. Me and sister were the only kids wearing a helmet at the dinner table—didn't know what I was protecting myself from: forks or feelings!
You ever notice how people say, 'You can’t choose your family'? Well, I definitely would have swiped left on mine! If they had the internet back then. But hey, they say life builds character, right? I guess I’m basically a masterpiece of anxiety at this point.
Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m grateful! Because of everything, I learned how to empathize. I see a sad puppy and I'm like, ‘Man, I feel you, buddy. You get fed when you make people laugh too!’
Nowadays, I actually make a living telling jokes about my past. So, if my dad were still here, he’d probably roll his eyes and say, ‘See? I taught you to be funny!' To which I’d reply, 'Yeah, Dad, but I could’ve done without the trauma… I just wanted comedy workshops, not family horror shows!
But hey, it’s all good now. The past is the past. I traded those skills for a mic, and I promise not to throw any punches... just punchlines!
Thank you!
And this is what they got
