The life of Ardeo the Dragon

So apparently, I don't know how Blazing a post works

That said

Some of the comments I received on the post I Blazed resulted in immediate bans from my page

I really don't understand why people are so evil

Whether or not they believe in God, they will have to answer for their hatred and cruelty towards those who need support in rough times

Thanks to the others who showed compassion

It is appreciated

PS

If you don't like that I talk about faith and or it for whatever reason threatens you, please block me. I'd rather see someone ignore me verses devolve into cruel comments and mockery. My faith is strong, but I certainly don't need people spreading hatred in my times of need.

I recently came across the Netflix show "Arlo the Alligator Boy"

Given I'm a dragon, seeing a show with a scalie as a central character is something I adore

I find the messaging to be very positive in the show

PROBLEM IS

Netflix dumped the show before it even finished it's full season

Ryan Crego had to write an ending prematurely

Netflix pisses me off

They seem to ignore fans and go with whatever has bigger marketing potential

Never mind that the show had a decent rating from reviews online

So, I started a Change.org petition to send a message

If anyone has seen the show or the movie that started it, sign off here on my petition

This past weekend sucked emotionally

I wish it hadn't since my hatchday was Saturday

But aside from being pampered Saturday, my depression kicked my ass

I'm battling demons who want me to think I am forsaken

I know it's not true

I've always had a close relationship with God despite I've dealing with destructive behavior such as gambling and overeating bad foods

But this weekend was an awakening

My creativity came back over the last few weeks

This is my way of escaping the dread of life that I have at times

Obviously this totally pissed off Satan

So I went through multiple crying spells in my bed

Last night it got very dark for awhile

My dragoness wife worried if I'd need to be put in the hospital

Thankfully, with some prayer and deep thinking, I was able to regain myself

Now my focus is on trying to rebuild my motivation to do things that need to be done

This is a rough journey for me

I want nothing more than to fly free into heaven and live eternity in peace

But I have to get through this life first

And quite frankly it is a real bitch at times

Thanks to my supporters in this life

Without y'all I'd be dead already

I feel disconnected to society right now.

Like 8 Harris County Sheriff vehicles just sped down my street with lights and sirens going, followed by a fire truck and ambulance

Oh well

Good night to vacuum the lawn I suppose

Every year on my hatchday, I pull out my eggshell and give my blessings to God for being alive

It is a very spiritual time for me

That said

I intend on also some pampering

I've never gotten a pedicure before

9am tomorrow, my paws will be indulged in bliss

I need it

Last year was a lot of changes and major life events

I'll elaborate on that more later

Oye

Sometimes being a dragon is just being a lazy butt around the den.

I was giving some deep thoughts about my upbringing.

I must stress that my teenager years were some of the roughest.

I know for you humans it is the same thing. I mean we aren't that much different. We just were dealt the big pause in evolution, stopping us from becoming more like a human anatomy.

Our intelligence grew, our bodies stayed the same. The big exception being we finally managed to evolve into bipedal creatures.

I assume it was God's idea that dragons, despite being misinterpreted as the spawn of Satan, should be more like humans to help build a positive relationship.

I'll say that was a little too late. We didn't start walking on two feet until after the middle ages. Of course by then the damage to our image had been done thanks to the insanity of the Catholic Church at the time.

I digress though.

During my teenage years, my adoptive mother became heavier into her drinking. It was her self medication to wash away the curse of a changing medical community. Yeah, she was a nurse, working at a hospital.

But her drinking, and my differences with my father who wanted nothing more than to have a proud boy in his image, took its toll on us as a family.

I started asking God why I was cursed to be in such a heavy emotional battle. Mom was at odds with her own mother and many family members. That added weight to the situation that didn't need to exist. I wanted so badly to get away. Strike out on my own and find my own independence. My parents were awesome enough to buy me a little pickup truck, which I almost didn't fit in with my wings. Yes I could fly, but driving was a far less exhausting way of travel. And yes, to answer the looming question, dragons are allowed to obtain a drivers license. The government sees no difference in our abilities verses a human.

The problem is, I had no avenue out. My connections up to that point had been online. A few other dragons tried to help me stay strong in my faith. But the dark drapes of depression descended on me. Eventually it came to a head one night where I attempted cutting myself with a knife. I was in the living room in the dark while my parents were in the family room having one of their lovely drunken arguments. As I sliced through layers of scales, I reached the human like skin underneath that all dragons have. To my surprise however, I wasn't bleeding much at all. Obviously it was God's way of intervention. It wasn't my time. I still had a purpose.

The end result of that night was a discussion with my human psychiatrist. The question of a 72 hour hold became forefront in the discussion. I denied that I wanted to go that route. Instead I ended up on yet another medication.

On that note, what is it about humans and drugging their children? I mean I understand that mental illness is very much a thing. But what is lacking is a serious devotion to faith. Call me crazy that's fine. I have my deep beliefs.

But you certainly cannot claim the dispensing of psychiatric drugs like candy is a good thing for society. Pharmaceuticals have a lot to blame in this I'll agree. But so does the damn doctors who get kickbacks for prescribing these medications.

I'll have to spend some time on this subject more as time goes on.

Anyways, the shadows that followed me in my teenager years slowly faded away as I became wrapped up in college.

It was during that time that I came across a beautiful dragoness named Raia. She lived 60 miles to the south of me. Finally someone who was close enough to meet. Granted we were 6 years and one month apart, her being the older half. But it didn't matter. She had a very strong faith, something of mine that was on life support at the time.

We met at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. We hiked together and had dinner later on. Things just snowballed from there.

Anyways

(Deep voice, deep menacing voice)

Welcome all to my little slice of reality. My name is Ardeo the Dragon. Y'all can just call me Ardeo though.

I was born, hatched, on January 4th 1987 by my mother Andrea. I never knew my father much as he was unfortunately a drug user, and abused my mom.

Unfortunately my mom was a young dragon. At only 15, she couldn't raise me. Her own parents offered to raise me, but she adamantly refused. She didn't want her little dragon to grow up confused on who his real mom and dad were.

So, my mamma made the tough decision to put me up for adoption.

The irony here is, a human couple who couldn't have any children of their own fell in love with my little scaly self.

It is unheard of for humans to adopt dragons. But there isn't any laws forbidding it.

After some legal hurdles, the adoption was finalized and I went home with new parents.

As the years went by, little did my parents realize what a challenge raising a dragon would be. It quickly became evident I was a fire dragon. This meant two things. One, my temper could easily boil over. Two, I had an obsession with fire.

The Good news is I never burned down the house. The bad news was, I was a little shit.

I never really wanted to participate in learning at school, despite fire dragons being known for their intelligence. So instead, I was the class clown.

I met a human girl next door to us who was fascinated by dragons. She never had met one. The two of us hit it off pretty well despite my behavioral issues.

Things though took a darker turn as I began to get violent at times with my reactions.

This raised serious red flags with my parents. Although they had tried desperately to instill a Catholic background into me, it didn't stop my bad actions.

Eventually, social services took notice and intervened with my parent's blessing. I was sent off to a school that helped human children with developmental issues.

To ensure I wouldn't be dangerous to anyone, I was forced to have my claws trimmed down and my fire suppressed by medications.

The school was a real life changer however. Medications, therapists, (backed up by a herpetologist), I eventually came out of the darkness.

With a new outlook on life I vowed to be the best student I could be.

This however didn't come without struggles.

You see, dragons aren't well respected by puberty driven teens. I became the patsy.

Ah yes, those terrible teen years are true. Even as a dragon, I couldn't escape their torment.

I distinctly remember one time where I was ganged up on and beaten with sticks.

My father pursued charges against the teens. But it was dismissed in court due to dragons not being well received by society.

Alas those years faded as I matured. My goal was to be a meteorologist. Attending a local college I tried to keep up with the heavy mathematics and sciences. But some medical issues flared and made it difficult to stay focused.

In that time however, I met the most beautiful dragoness ever. She was online on an art site that I was part of. I commented on something she posted and well, it snowballed from there.

Yawn...damn I'm getting tired.

I'll catch up on this tomorrow folks. This dragon needs his sleep.