Honda Motor Co., Ltd. Message Board
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{{It's just toolkimes regretting the use of his real name (complete moron) and going through an alias identity crisis.}}
Again, I must apologize to the board. You see, I suffer from dissociative identity disorder (commonly known as disambiguation or multiple personality disorder). I see one of my other personalities, blue_mountain1, has manifested in another posting. I guess I missed my daily dosage of thorazine. I promise to ask my uncle to pack my daily dose in my lunch bucket in the future.
Actually, I should have heeded the warning when I began hearing the voices again. I just have to know that no amount of tin foil in my ball cap can help. I have to take the meds. My analyst keeps telling me that, and I guess he's right.
So, I beg you, just ignore any posts from myself or my other identities for the indefinite future while the meds start to work. They have a cumulative affect so it may take a couple of weeks. So sorry for the inconvenience. -
Having appeared in a list of alias' the other day, I have been reflecting on my behavior and have decided to come clean. Yes, it's true that all of those alias' are one person. Me. Whether I am calling myself cashless, or blue_mountain, or Jeye (clone), etc, I am the same person.
I ask forgiveness to all those I have offended. When you hear my life story, maybe you will understand.
My mother and father were UAW workers in a GM factory. When I was 5 years old they abandoned me to my grandparents who were penniless dirt farmers. They had no money or teeth. They treated me very poorly and made me feed the pigs and cattle. They were mean to me. For that, I never forgave my UAW mother and father and the corrupt company that employed them. It's all their fault that I am the way I am today, a poor non UAW auto worker putting seats into a car every 56 seconds.
I'm not married, girls scare me and I live in the basement of my uncle who got me my job at the plant because he's a foreman there. He even got my job back for me 4 or 5 times when I mistakenly put a blue seat in a red car.
My hatred for GM comes from this background, plus I do unskilled work for a foreign competitor who seems to be headed downward. I don't understand their language, but when they are talking to each other in the plant they look very worried. I tried to find other work, in fact, I even drove a truck for a while but I kept on getting lost. If it wouldn't be for that GPS transmitter, I doubt they would have ever found me to terminate me. I could still be roaming around the Appalachian Mountains eating twigs and roots.
So I decided that I would become a poster on the GM board and try to sound smart. The other part of my plan was to create a lot of alias' so that people might think that a lot of other posters agreed with what I said. That way I could have this fantasy life where I could really be somebody instead of just another chump. Unfortunately, I couldn't fool everybody. So I confess.