Mikachu's New Autobiography

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

This could well fit into Misc., but as this is going to be a lengthy one, why not FanFic. As I'm going to be 40 years old in 2025, I'd like to update my autobiography for you. So this is going to be my story, story of my drawing hobby, story of my studies, story of my obsession to beauty, story of Pokemon, story of TPM, story of videogames, story of anime.

1985-1990
EARLY DAYS

I was born in June 1985. There was a thunderstorm on the same day, as if to reflect the relationship between my real name and the electric rat Pikachu. Eventhough my mother gave me the name Mikael based on the new leader of U.S.S.R., Mikhail Gorbachev, she just couldn't dare to name me Mihail (the Finnish reading for the current General Secretary) because she was afraid that we would be even more persecuted then. Also, she sort of self-translated my name Mikael as Hebrew 'nobody loves like the God does'. She told me afterwards she had asked the priest who was christening me to write the name in Hebrew, but the priest had refused. Nevertheless, 'Nobody loves like the God does' was to persecute myself during my entire life, showing up as a passionate, yet often platonic and/or distant, love towards beautiful girls and women, and as a god complex in the videogame series called Civilization and creating and controlling my own worlds in my drawings and comics.

What about my father? I doubt my father and mother ever lived together, although it was common for mother and father to live together in Finland back then. I think they even met each other in a mental hospital. I saw my dad like twice or thrice. The first occasion was when my mother called him to see the new-born infant to the hospital. My father had merely lifted me up and asked 'Now what should we just do with this' and suggested us to take a taxi, jokingly. The only memory of my father was when I went to see him with my mother in 1989 or so. The thing was, I didn't actually even remember my father from the event, I just remembered the traffic lights. That's because my father lived in Oulu, and it was the first time I saw traffic lights. I even recall myself saying that I didn't want any delays.

Back to my earliest infancy, my mother didn't seem to be able to take care of me properly to start with, although she insisted that she loved me so much, so I was put into a child caring institute for one and half of year. My mother came to see me, however, once a week and every single time she would sing to me. But on Christmas Eve 1986, I was let home to live with my mother, grandmother and one of my 5 aunts in the countryside of a small rural village called Merijärvi.

My early days in Merijärvi left a very peaceful memory. We roamed trough the forests and swamps of the countryside with my mother, and my mother also rode a bike around Merijärvi. I was on the backseat, and I remember the 4-year-old me wondering about existential questions 'I am me. I am nobody else. I really am me.'. That's right, always when my mother tells me about my early childhood, she stresses how clever I was. Eventhough I didn't learn to talk until the age of 2, my sentences were perfect. According to my mother, I could read at the age of 3. I myself remember being able to read at the age of 4 or 5. I read Donald Duck comics, Peanuts and the Bible. Yes, the Bible. I even had some sort of a God connection of my own. I remember opening the Bible frequently and saying 'I study thy holy scriptures.'. Also I must mention I could, according to my mother, calculate huge numbers.

In 1989, I moved with my mother to the center of Merijärvi. I have a memory of my godfather letting me drive his car for a second and I was very afraid. We still visited grandmother in the countryside often, and what was still lacking, was an everyday interaction with other children. The only interaction might have been with the children of my other aunt, who came to visit us from Kokkola, a bigger city but not as big as Oulu. Later on, my mother declared that 'aunt' was not of my family at all, as she believed our grandmother had slept with our neighbour about whom my mother also talked always with a negative ring. However, the inreraction part was a subject to change soon.