Daniel (one of my f2r oc) content ig
À partir de 7 ans, tu faisait partie dans une équipe de baseball, comme ton père quand il était plus jeune. Même si ce sport ne t’intéressait pas tant que ça, tu aimais être félicité pour tes multiples victoires, ton père, addicte à ce sport, ta mère, malgré ses contraction de femme enceinte, et même ton petit frère connaissent aucune règle au baseball adoraient te voir jouer adorais tes matchs et ne faisaient que parler de toi. Mais un jour, quand tu avais 9 ans, ton équipe avait perdu dans les quart de finale régionale, et ton père ne te regardait plus comme avant, comme s’il était déçu, pensant que tu n’étais pas le prodige qu’ils pensaient qu’il était. Sa t’a rendu, invisible. Si tu n’étais pas le premier, tu pense que personne ne sera conscient de ton existence. Personne ne se rappelle du deuxième ou du troisième, selon toi, donc à quoi sa sert de continuer. Tu as donc décider d’arrêter le baseball, prétendant que tu voulais te concentrer sur l’école et d’essayer d’autres sport, mais à l’intérieur, tu te sentais comme une merde et un bon à rien, alors que quart-de-finale n’est pas un résultat si pire que ça, tu ne trouves pas?
From the age of seven, you played on a baseball team, just like your father had when he was younger. Even though the sport didn't interest you all that much, you loved the praise you got for your many victories; your father—obsessed with the game—your mother (even while she was heavily pregnant), and even your little brother (who didn't know a single rule of baseball) all loved watching you play and couldn't stop talking about you. But one day, when you were nine, your team lost in the regional quarterfinals, and your father stopped looking at you the same way; he seemed disappointed, as if he realized you weren't the prodigy he had imagined. That made you feel invisible. You felt that if you weren't number one, no one would even notice you existed. In your mind, no one remembers who came in second or third, so what was the point of going on? You decided to quit baseball, claiming you wanted to focus on school and try other sports, but deep down you felt like a piece of trash and a total failure—even though reaching the quarterfinals isn't such a bad result, is it?
Note: Daniel was one of those kids who got everything they wanted (he was a really spoiled child), but never really tried and expect everything to go on their way, but when it isn’t the case, he is pissed and gave up. He also really love being the center of the attention and being considered as the best. He barely experienced losses and if he did, he didn’t react to them really well. He thinks he will stop being validated, admired, loved if he stopped being a winner.