I quickly manoeuvred my hands to mash the buttons of the control stick. Each movement calculated and precise due to my many years of ingrained muscle memory. Triple combo, followed by the corner glitch shot.
"KO knockout!", bellowed the TV screen.
My opponent had no chance. After all they were playing against an S ranked NEET who hadn't left his house, or should I says parents house for 10 years.
'Unlucky kid', I said before putting my controller down. Another flawless victory.
I am a 25 year old NEET, who hasn't left the comforts of his parents house for 20 years. An ugly unshaved, fat stub of a mess. I struggle to comprehend how my hardworking parents gave birth to me. All I do is spend my time playing games, eating and reading my manga. This is the reality of my life.
My parents tried to accommodate my behaviour but my siblings hated me for everything I stood for. 'He's so useless', 'I wish he would just die', 'I'm ashamed he's my older brother'. I'd heard it all.
I don't resent them for it, however because it's true. I've tried so hard to change, to become a new person, but I always in the end lack the courage to do so. Forever, floating in this endless cycle of misery.
From today however things were going to change, somehow my older brother managed to get me a job at his workplace as a janitor. Me a man who has never been employed in his 25 years of life, getting a job.
Furthermore he had placed an ultimatum, If I didn't accept the job I'd be thrown out of the house. Somehow, he'd convinced mum and dad to agree to this.
So now here I was, with sweat dripping down my arms thinking about my impending fate. In approximately 5 minutes, I'd be leaving the comforts of the house to go outside into the working world.
Already sweat was dripping down my skin in buckets, causing patches to show up all over my shirt. This was a big moment, I'd hardly left my room yet gone outside.
In my family I was the middle child out of 6 children. With two younger sisters, and 3 older brothers I didn't have the most influence and was often overlooked. My brothers were highly intellectual, with one being a lawyer and another a government official , both married of course.
My 2 sisters where the beauties of the family, both only a few years younger than me enjoying their college years, still finding out their trajectories in life. Then there was me, a rather plain individual. Not good-looking yet not ugly, of average intelligence and zero confidence. Worlds apart from my siblings.
It hadn't always been that way though. When I was in primary school I was quite popular. Not the star of the class by any means but friendly with all the individuals in my class. I'd be invited to hang out and had my distinct group of friends. I was quite good at soccer and a funny individual.
Moving onto junior high, I'd fell of quite a bit, perhaps because the class was much bigger. I'd found out how others were better at sport than me , better at studies and other things. I'd found out the power of influence and social ranking and that I wasn't that special. Thus was the time were my confidence suffered a bit, so I'd mostly stick out of others business.
Coasting through junior high, I learnt a lot as a person and had grown up. The world didn't revolve around me. Show respect to people of higher rank and stick your nose out of others business.
If only I'd followed my own rules.
Everything was going perfectly until high school. Maybe if I hadn't gotten involved in that incident, I could have lived a normal life like others. That incident I still remembered it. The moment that changed my life forever.
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