My given name is Sha Gojyo. I am twenty-two years old and my birthday is November 9th. I have crimson hair and eyes, for reasons I cannot have power over. I am six feet tall and weigh around 165 pounds. But truthfully, none of that is even important. What is important is a person's history. It's what makes them into who they are. Where they lived, how they lived, who they were raised by, what happened in their life, what they saw, what they heard, what they were told, what they learned, what they said, what they touched… all of that matters more than anything of who a person is in the present.
There's diversity in people because of their pasts. It isn't because we all have our own tastes about things, no, in my opinion; I see it as what you were raised around. Your environment is a much more sufficient reason of why you like things you like, and why you dislike things you dislike. Say a person is raised to believe that sex is an act shared by two people who love each other and who know they'll never leave each other, an act of love. They would most likely grow up and live a happy, satisfying, loving life with someone who loves them for whom they are and not what they are. And then you have the person who is raised to believe that sex is something you can throw at anyone who will accept. That person will most likely grow into a perverted person who tries it with everyone, and rarely succeeds because he doesn't get to know the person first. He would most likely lead a very lonesome and unhappy life.
Such things make me think about just how different my friends and I are from each other. We have practically nothing in common except horrific pasts. We all have our nightmares, but all of us dread of burdening our only friends with our troubles when we know they have their own. But next to that, and the fact that we're all men, we have nothing related between us.
Hakkai for example likes to read, is very calm and well mannered and he can cook. Sanzo is very on edge all the time, is calm when he's not screaming in someone's face, and is a Buddhist cleric. Goku couldn't cook to save someone's life, doesn't read, and is very noisy and irritating.
And then you have me. What I am, who I am, and what I'm like are not questions that I, myself, can answer. That's for other people to say. But to compare myself to the other three, I don't read either, but only because I'm not really so great at it, I'm usually calm, unless in a battle of words with Goku, I can be civil but I can also be the rudest bastard you'll ever know. But I can cook, well, sort of. I'm nothing compared to Hakkai, but I can manage.
All of this babbling isn't what I'm here for though. I'm here to tell you a little story about myself. It isn't the happiest story you'll ever hear but it's important to me. If you don't like mature content, you don't want to hear this story, so please, if you're going to criticize me over my past, just don't read any further than this chapter.