My parents signed me up for a GAA or Soccer club when I was around 8 or 9 and I hated it, I hated it so so fucking much. The hate I felt all those years ago is still just as palpable as it was the day it sprung up, I despise sports with all my heart even after all these years.

I was just there for hours and hours doing nothing, being looked an animal in a Zoo. The only acknowledge I got is hearing people say "Oh god ____ is on our team" and despite how much I hated it I knew they were right to feel that way.

I wish upon all wishes that I had just walked home upon being brought there, it wasn't really that far away from where I lived (Atleast to modern day standards me) and I should have fought back when they tried to hit/slap me for being lazy and coming hone when I shouldn't have but I was too much of a goddamn coward. 

I don't give a shit how much team building I was supposed to learn from playing Sports, everyone that I worked with was awful. Telling me to shut up and glaring at me. Now it's just an indicator that when I meet someone new that if they like Soccer hey are most likely a bad person, thing is this superstition is correct most of the time.

Sorry for this I just needed to get it out.