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Alex246
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I’m finally dealing with all the junk in my life that pulled me to this forum in the first place about a year ago. I go through little periods where it seems to be gone, and then it comes right back worse than before. I hope this shameless rant is in the right place, because if you hold on till the end, it really does have to do with spirituality.
I’m completely addicted to masturbation and porn. I hate it. I’ve never done drugs, but seriously, I think this must be like when you’re trying to quit smoking, only you can tell that to people and you can get patches and stuff to help you. It’s horrible. The person I consider to be my best friend is a girl, and I even have issues not feeling lust when I think of her. It just creeps into every corner of my mind. I feel like a complete traitor, and that if my friends knew the stuff I did, they’d steer clear of me for the rest of my life.
Also, on the topic of my friend, around the middle of October in 2009 I became completely infatuated with her. I try not to talk about my age here unless I feel it is completely necessary, since I hate being looked down upon by adults just because I’m younger, but I was 13 at the time. I’m 15 now. It STILL hurts, and I’ve been trying to get over it since this February. There was a point where almost every new thing I learned about her was like a kick to the groin for me (sorry to be vulgar, but I’m tired of talking this down). I just had to try and get rid of these stupid feeling that kept me up at night and distracted me from almost everything else. It’s probably obvious by now that she’s definitely NOT Catholic. At all. And to make it worse, she was God’s final shove to get me to really pay attention to my faith (I’m a cradle catholic).
My parent did almost NOTHING to get me interested in my faith. Yeah, I did the classes and stuff before confirmation, and everyone got all excited for my first communion, but I never understood a single thing about what it meant. My mom says she’s catholic, but she openly questions a whole bunch of things about the church (the true presence, celibate priests, etc.). My Dad’s agnostic. I tried telling them about m infatuation with my friend,but I was just afraid to talk to my dad about he religious side of it because I knew the answers I’d get, and I know just from observing my mom on a daily basis that I wasn’t getting any good answers there either. She already thought it was funny that I was losing sleep and stuff over her, and she made it extremely awkward whenever we talked about anything that could possibly be linked to this girl. A popular hunting ground was after ski practice, since we’re both on our high school’s team. Never sensitively, either. It was almost like she was making fun of me in front of the entire family. I was holding up everything inside so tightly that I couldn’t even say that Paige was getting A BOOK THAT SHE WROTE PUBLISHED. At 14! I was completely ecstatic for her, and I wish her nothing but the best, but I couldn’t even tell my parents, because for all of that “you can tell me anything” junk they give me, they sure didn’t do a good job of making me feel like I SHOULD. I’d just get more embarrassment.
Finally, I’ve got some anger issues. So does my dad. He and my mom argue pretty much daily (that is, if they’re even speaking at that particular moment). My mom has no problem reminding me that the only reason she stays with him is becuase she couldn’t pay the bills alone. And I argue with my mom almost daily too. I don’t want to, t’s just that every single thing that she doe that could be remotely construed as disagreeable, nasty, oblivious, etc. throws me into a rage. This isn’t made easier by the fact that she is almost obsessive about hand washing, cleanliness, etc., and that I feel she has ZERO understanding of me. I think the only thing she even knows about how much more Catholic I’ve gotten is that i’m always the one dragging her out of bed for church on sunday. I’m worried that the few times I actually CAN recieve communion I really can’t because I’m sinning so much by arguing and yelling at my parents.Again, I DON’T want to. This anger just seems to grab me and say “hop in the back seat, I’m driving now.”
And to make it all just that much worse, NONE of my friends are catholic. I love computers, video games, and science, all being areas that are pretty hostile to religion in general, so I have accrued a large group of friends who are atheist, people who call themselves Christian but don’t really practice it (and those are all protestant), one protestant who always finds a need to nag me about being Catholic, and a Buddhist. I only even KNOW OF two catholics who have been in classes with me before, and they are both pretty subdued people, not anything like myself (I love being loud, almost every sentence I make has some sort of joke it, I love satire and black humor, etc…). I’m pretty sure I annoy them. So even the catholics I have met get scared off by my personality.
This has all combined to give me an almost nihilistic outlook on life. I can’t find any point to a life where I want to love and follow God but find it completely impossible. I just fall over and over and I hate myself for living such a sinful life. My relationship weith god is in the tubes, I feel embarrassed asking my mom to take me to confession, and I just wish god would kill me. But then I’d probably go to hell, so…
Yeah. I’ve been driven to strangers on the internet. Please help somehow.
I’m completely addicted to masturbation and porn. I hate it. I’ve never done drugs, but seriously, I think this must be like when you’re trying to quit smoking, only you can tell that to people and you can get patches and stuff to help you. It’s horrible. The person I consider to be my best friend is a girl, and I even have issues not feeling lust when I think of her. It just creeps into every corner of my mind. I feel like a complete traitor, and that if my friends knew the stuff I did, they’d steer clear of me for the rest of my life.
Also, on the topic of my friend, around the middle of October in 2009 I became completely infatuated with her. I try not to talk about my age here unless I feel it is completely necessary, since I hate being looked down upon by adults just because I’m younger, but I was 13 at the time. I’m 15 now. It STILL hurts, and I’ve been trying to get over it since this February. There was a point where almost every new thing I learned about her was like a kick to the groin for me (sorry to be vulgar, but I’m tired of talking this down). I just had to try and get rid of these stupid feeling that kept me up at night and distracted me from almost everything else. It’s probably obvious by now that she’s definitely NOT Catholic. At all. And to make it worse, she was God’s final shove to get me to really pay attention to my faith (I’m a cradle catholic).
My parent did almost NOTHING to get me interested in my faith. Yeah, I did the classes and stuff before confirmation, and everyone got all excited for my first communion, but I never understood a single thing about what it meant. My mom says she’s catholic, but she openly questions a whole bunch of things about the church (the true presence, celibate priests, etc.). My Dad’s agnostic. I tried telling them about m infatuation with my friend,but I was just afraid to talk to my dad about he religious side of it because I knew the answers I’d get, and I know just from observing my mom on a daily basis that I wasn’t getting any good answers there either. She already thought it was funny that I was losing sleep and stuff over her, and she made it extremely awkward whenever we talked about anything that could possibly be linked to this girl. A popular hunting ground was after ski practice, since we’re both on our high school’s team. Never sensitively, either. It was almost like she was making fun of me in front of the entire family. I was holding up everything inside so tightly that I couldn’t even say that Paige was getting A BOOK THAT SHE WROTE PUBLISHED. At 14! I was completely ecstatic for her, and I wish her nothing but the best, but I couldn’t even tell my parents, because for all of that “you can tell me anything” junk they give me, they sure didn’t do a good job of making me feel like I SHOULD. I’d just get more embarrassment.
Finally, I’ve got some anger issues. So does my dad. He and my mom argue pretty much daily (that is, if they’re even speaking at that particular moment). My mom has no problem reminding me that the only reason she stays with him is becuase she couldn’t pay the bills alone. And I argue with my mom almost daily too. I don’t want to, t’s just that every single thing that she doe that could be remotely construed as disagreeable, nasty, oblivious, etc. throws me into a rage. This isn’t made easier by the fact that she is almost obsessive about hand washing, cleanliness, etc., and that I feel she has ZERO understanding of me. I think the only thing she even knows about how much more Catholic I’ve gotten is that i’m always the one dragging her out of bed for church on sunday. I’m worried that the few times I actually CAN recieve communion I really can’t because I’m sinning so much by arguing and yelling at my parents.Again, I DON’T want to. This anger just seems to grab me and say “hop in the back seat, I’m driving now.”
And to make it all just that much worse, NONE of my friends are catholic. I love computers, video games, and science, all being areas that are pretty hostile to religion in general, so I have accrued a large group of friends who are atheist, people who call themselves Christian but don’t really practice it (and those are all protestant), one protestant who always finds a need to nag me about being Catholic, and a Buddhist. I only even KNOW OF two catholics who have been in classes with me before, and they are both pretty subdued people, not anything like myself (I love being loud, almost every sentence I make has some sort of joke it, I love satire and black humor, etc…). I’m pretty sure I annoy them. So even the catholics I have met get scared off by my personality.
This has all combined to give me an almost nihilistic outlook on life. I can’t find any point to a life where I want to love and follow God but find it completely impossible. I just fall over and over and I hate myself for living such a sinful life. My relationship weith god is in the tubes, I feel embarrassed asking my mom to take me to confession, and I just wish god would kill me. But then I’d probably go to hell, so…
Yeah. I’ve been driven to strangers on the internet. Please help somehow.