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Methos
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As the year is coming to a close, I keep thinking the coming one will be my last. I’ve been 7 years unemployed and have debt I can’t pay. I’m over-educated (History B.A, after failing at engineering, and expired teaching credential) and under-skilled (never did learned to type despite the numerous papers written), have no references, etc. I have no money(no financial aid) for any classes, but I’ve taken some in the past and I can’t seem to do anything with what I learn. I’m supposedly intelligent ( I consider it mostly trivia), but lack imagination and creativity. So, I might do good in the classroom, but bad in the real world. I think I might have made a good teacher, as I knew more than some fellow applicants and people say I talk about history as if I were there, but I suck at interviews. I’m too honest as my father says. I have no friends and, despite living with them, am not close to my family.
As previously posted, I was physical and emotional abused by both parents and bullied at school. Also, I suffer from dysthymia and schizoid personality disorder. So, I’m depressed with bouts of double depression and impervious to praise and encouragement. You can say you love, support and pray for me and it means nothing to me. They’re just words. So, the support system many people have isn’t there for me. Also, I can’t feel happiness or love. When people talk abut love, they tend to mean the emotion, of which I have no foundation to relate to the discussion. They might as well be using another language. I can feel pleasure, such a good meal, or relief when a stress is removed. When my mother died, I felt nothing.When she was dying, I helped take care of her because it was expected of me. I even said a rosary for her the day before she died. At the funeral, I was my usual depressed self, which many mistook for grief. So, the usual resources many people use to help themselves aren’t available to me. I know someone might mention I should depend on God, but Adam had God as well before He decided Adam, and probably people in general, should not be alone. I just can’t relate to people that way. If you do something for me, I’ll do something for you, that’s it. You could be dying in front of me and I could walk away and get a Slurpee.
No, instead, I resorted to dark fantasies and thoughts for relief as well as other sinful activities.I do have fantasies where things went right in my life and I had what I lack and become a successful in all areas of my life. Yes, I know they don’t fix the situation or problems, but they give me a very, so very brief respite.I can feel anger and hate as well as pleasure. I’ve tried therapy before, when I had no money, and it didn’t help. To me, It was akin to thinking happy thought while on a sinking life boat miles from land. Also, I wish I had the money back as I really need it now. However, some of those thoughts are about what a pathetic failure I am on so many levels. I don’t have a job, no friends, can’t feel happiness or love. I screw up everything. So, I try to avoid thing where I have responsibility. My best efforts is everyone else mediocrity. I can actually regress in skill over time or remain at the same level where everyone else moves one. Where I’m sure people such as my father could recover due to their resilience, I’m lost. I may be intelligent, but as I tell people, don’t mistake intelligence for wisdom.
It doesn’t help that I’ve known people who are/were supposedly more spiritually wise or enlightened not act it. My last job was with a woman who everyone at church thought was a pillar of the parish, an example to all. That is until, the door closed and she was the opposite, using that spirituality and her intelligence to belittle me. Daily reminders of how I screw up, as if I didn’t know already. I had rejoined the Church at the time and tried to change .There was still a possibility of a teaching job (now forever gone) too. I thought I was becoming a better person. Instead, I was told by her that many people thought they had never seen such an arrogant and self-centered person.I quit that job and almost killed myself after spending money I didn’t have enjoying myself in Las Vegas.
I didn’t, but now I wish I had. I keep looking back on my life and thinking how it would better if I had died during certain near misses or not born at all. Everything I do is failure. Suicide is a mortal sin if it’s grave matter, full knowledge of the gravity of the action, and full and free consent to the action and I would probably meet that. My depression might be mitigating, but it wouldn’t matter. It’s supposedly my cross. So do I die now and go to hell or do I live a long life (90+ isn’t unusual in my family) of suffering (Yes, I know there are people who are probably suffering more, I just can’t translate that in any way to affect me, said he sitting in front of the computer in a house with heat and food) and failure committing sins to help ease the pain, followed by hell. After all, I screwed up in life, why not the afterlife. As it is, I’ve told my family that if I should die, to leave my body at the morgue. Leave a donation for the potter’s grave and no funeral. I don’t want people saying good things about me that they didn’t say when I was alive. It would be all lies anyways. Yet, there’s that small chance that if I did, I’d get into heaven. Then again, who am I kidding.
As previously posted, I was physical and emotional abused by both parents and bullied at school. Also, I suffer from dysthymia and schizoid personality disorder. So, I’m depressed with bouts of double depression and impervious to praise and encouragement. You can say you love, support and pray for me and it means nothing to me. They’re just words. So, the support system many people have isn’t there for me. Also, I can’t feel happiness or love. When people talk abut love, they tend to mean the emotion, of which I have no foundation to relate to the discussion. They might as well be using another language. I can feel pleasure, such a good meal, or relief when a stress is removed. When my mother died, I felt nothing.When she was dying, I helped take care of her because it was expected of me. I even said a rosary for her the day before she died. At the funeral, I was my usual depressed self, which many mistook for grief. So, the usual resources many people use to help themselves aren’t available to me. I know someone might mention I should depend on God, but Adam had God as well before He decided Adam, and probably people in general, should not be alone. I just can’t relate to people that way. If you do something for me, I’ll do something for you, that’s it. You could be dying in front of me and I could walk away and get a Slurpee.
No, instead, I resorted to dark fantasies and thoughts for relief as well as other sinful activities.I do have fantasies where things went right in my life and I had what I lack and become a successful in all areas of my life. Yes, I know they don’t fix the situation or problems, but they give me a very, so very brief respite.I can feel anger and hate as well as pleasure. I’ve tried therapy before, when I had no money, and it didn’t help. To me, It was akin to thinking happy thought while on a sinking life boat miles from land. Also, I wish I had the money back as I really need it now. However, some of those thoughts are about what a pathetic failure I am on so many levels. I don’t have a job, no friends, can’t feel happiness or love. I screw up everything. So, I try to avoid thing where I have responsibility. My best efforts is everyone else mediocrity. I can actually regress in skill over time or remain at the same level where everyone else moves one. Where I’m sure people such as my father could recover due to their resilience, I’m lost. I may be intelligent, but as I tell people, don’t mistake intelligence for wisdom.
It doesn’t help that I’ve known people who are/were supposedly more spiritually wise or enlightened not act it. My last job was with a woman who everyone at church thought was a pillar of the parish, an example to all. That is until, the door closed and she was the opposite, using that spirituality and her intelligence to belittle me. Daily reminders of how I screw up, as if I didn’t know already. I had rejoined the Church at the time and tried to change .There was still a possibility of a teaching job (now forever gone) too. I thought I was becoming a better person. Instead, I was told by her that many people thought they had never seen such an arrogant and self-centered person.I quit that job and almost killed myself after spending money I didn’t have enjoying myself in Las Vegas.
I didn’t, but now I wish I had. I keep looking back on my life and thinking how it would better if I had died during certain near misses or not born at all. Everything I do is failure. Suicide is a mortal sin if it’s grave matter, full knowledge of the gravity of the action, and full and free consent to the action and I would probably meet that. My depression might be mitigating, but it wouldn’t matter. It’s supposedly my cross. So do I die now and go to hell or do I live a long life (90+ isn’t unusual in my family) of suffering (Yes, I know there are people who are probably suffering more, I just can’t translate that in any way to affect me, said he sitting in front of the computer in a house with heat and food) and failure committing sins to help ease the pain, followed by hell. After all, I screwed up in life, why not the afterlife. As it is, I’ve told my family that if I should die, to leave my body at the morgue. Leave a donation for the potter’s grave and no funeral. I don’t want people saying good things about me that they didn’t say when I was alive. It would be all lies anyways. Yet, there’s that small chance that if I did, I’d get into heaven. Then again, who am I kidding.