You know when you feel as if you've been tricked, then you realize you can't do nothing about the trick, so all you can do is fall into despair and contemplate the meaning of life.
That was me when i got here, I didn't just pop my soul into some random body I actually had to go through being born. well not really but that don't matter
I didn't do anything crazy like start meditating and building a mind palace in the womb because I was asleep for nine months. I don't know how to feel about this one because,\ I missed the chance of building me a mind palace (if that was even possible) but I also didn't have to experience birth. I woke up to a smack on my A**, like who in their right minds does that, don't they know that shit hurt.
I tried focusing on my surroundings trying to get a sense of what's going on when my a** was smacked again.
"Now who the f*** keep doing that shit, don't you know it hurts like hell, what the f*** is wrong with you" my rant was cut short when I realized I was a damn baby and they couldn't understand not one thing I was saying.
Stoping my rant I started looking around trying to get the gist of what was going on. I opened my eyes and the first thing I seen was giants, well they looked like giants to me as I had just come out of the womb.
There were three of these giants to be exact, the first one was an old lady, when I tell you old I'm talking old her skin was all wrinkly like it wasn't a welcoming face you want to see when you just opened your eyes, the thing that scared me was her hands, when she smacked me (I'm assuming it was her since shes the one holding me) it felt like dried sandpaper.
The other giant i would assume was my father he was towering over the old lady with his arms crossed, this man was so tense it made me tense, aren't you supposed to be smiling you just got a damn son and you just staring at him, no smile, no tears, what's wrong with you. He made me so nervous, then he had the nerves to wear a damn mask, and all you could see was dark black eyes staring at you so I did the only reasonable thing, I started crying sue me.
while crying I felt hands pick me up and I turned to see the last giants, I'm assuming she's my mother man was she beautiful, copper-colored skin, with a huge afro, emerald green eyes, man if she was on my earth she would have been a supermodel.
while I was staring at her she turned to look at my father "Adam take the mask off you scaring him" right then and their I knew who wore the pants in the house because the way she asked wasn't even asking she was demanding.
Adam. my father took the mask off and I could finally see his face. He had dark black hair, his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, he like my mother had copper skin, but he had muscle, muscle. I'm not talking about the sculpted fat that bodybuilders had, his shit was compacted but you could see veins threatening to pop out his arms.
He wasn't as intimidating with the mask off, you could see from his smile and the little twinkle in his eyes that he was a trouble maker, he probably had that mask on, on purpose
"So what are we going to name him ruth?" his question got my attention, this was do or die right here, I didn't want to carry a shitty name for the rest of life like if I walk up to a girl do I just say hi my name is Jimmy.
'I've been thinking about this for a while but how about Zoran"
"Hoho Zoran, Zoran Death Heart I like it that's a good name" somehow my father's bright smile had got brighter
Zoran Death Heart oh my god that's a tuff a** name "Mommy I love you so much you don't know how much pain and suffering you just saved me" but again i forgot i was a baby and all that came out was giggles
"i think he likes it Ruth" my father started laughing at my antics
While we were having our family bonding time the rude ancient old lady with an a** smacking fetish walked ups to us. I think she has a high status because when she came over my father went back to his serious act.
"Thanking you shaman for helping deliver my child"my mother said in a respectful tone, just like my gather she became more serious as well
"It was no problem Ruth, but this child of yours is different not like any of the tribe" hearing the old lady's words I was a little scared did she know something
"what do you mean different" my mother asked I could hear the worry in her voice
"its nothing serious, he just doesn't like me" after leaving us with that she turned and left while laughing her heart out.
I'm not going to.lie I was a little angry all the suspense I thought she was going to say some profound shit, of course I don't like you you smacked my a** twice with your sandpaper hands