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WhyChasity
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Everything I do feels boring, uninteresting, unfulfilling.
Some back story: I went to the University of Akron two years ago, in their engineering program, and flunked out, basically for the same reasons I’ve been talking about (I really just stopped going to class). Last year I went to my local community college, taking classes that I might enjoy, but still failed, because I gave up going to class. I can’t go to the college this year, as they have me on probation. As a result, I’ve been working with my father full time. I’m terrible at labor work. I also only have two friends: one’s away at college, and the other works most of the week. I’m lonely as a result.
My father and I just got into a fight, beause I didn’t get up for work today (he’s a roofing contractor, and I’m his apprentice). I didn’t get up this morning because I collapsed last night into the temptation of pornography and masturbation, and stayed up all night as a result.
There are other reasons too. I hate the hot weather. The work is dull to me, although most activities have become dull to me. Eventually, these factors would have brought me to a mental breakdown, I think (I feel like I’m always on the edge).
He told me that I should move out of the house (I’m 21 years old). I’m not sure what to do. I don’t really find my life meaningful anymore, so I don’t really care about going to live on the streets. However, I’ve grown up in middle class suburban America, so I don’t know if I have the knowlege to survive (I’m think about grabbing some money and getting a bus to Philadelphia, since the Pope will be there this month).
I feel like I’m trapped between a rock and a hard place. Since I’ve “converted” (I was technically nominally Catholic before), I’ve become more and more aware that my comfortable lifestyle and my religion are not very complimentary. I read about the lives of the great Saints, and think that eventually I will have to completely reverse my own life, and act lime them, but I don’t know if I am able, and I’m even more terrified that I’m not willing to. I don’t want Jesus to be a distraction from life’s ills, nor do I want to follow the comfortable, go-with-the-flow Jesus that I grew up with. I want to take the Narrow path, but I’m afraid of it. My constant failure to resist pornography (and I’m not just talking about normal, heterosexual kind either) smashes my hopes of actaully being able to undertake this.
What do some of you who are more experienced with life think? I can go on and on, but I don’t want this post to be an opportunity towards self-pity. I’m not entirely sure if I’m suffering from a mental illness, or am just so lazy that I’ve developed depression (like the Desert Fathers write about). On one hand, I don’t want to deny if I’m I’ll, but on the other hand, I don’t want an illness to be an opportunity for self-pity and attention and pride.
I’ve also noticed that the sacrifical true love that Christ asks if us is repulsive to me, emotionally, yet I know and want to do and be able to love. As a sentimental person, this makes it extra difficult for me.
Also, I’m male. I’m not sure it that was clear in the post.
Thank you.
Some back story: I went to the University of Akron two years ago, in their engineering program, and flunked out, basically for the same reasons I’ve been talking about (I really just stopped going to class). Last year I went to my local community college, taking classes that I might enjoy, but still failed, because I gave up going to class. I can’t go to the college this year, as they have me on probation. As a result, I’ve been working with my father full time. I’m terrible at labor work. I also only have two friends: one’s away at college, and the other works most of the week. I’m lonely as a result.
My father and I just got into a fight, beause I didn’t get up for work today (he’s a roofing contractor, and I’m his apprentice). I didn’t get up this morning because I collapsed last night into the temptation of pornography and masturbation, and stayed up all night as a result.
There are other reasons too. I hate the hot weather. The work is dull to me, although most activities have become dull to me. Eventually, these factors would have brought me to a mental breakdown, I think (I feel like I’m always on the edge).
He told me that I should move out of the house (I’m 21 years old). I’m not sure what to do. I don’t really find my life meaningful anymore, so I don’t really care about going to live on the streets. However, I’ve grown up in middle class suburban America, so I don’t know if I have the knowlege to survive (I’m think about grabbing some money and getting a bus to Philadelphia, since the Pope will be there this month).
I feel like I’m trapped between a rock and a hard place. Since I’ve “converted” (I was technically nominally Catholic before), I’ve become more and more aware that my comfortable lifestyle and my religion are not very complimentary. I read about the lives of the great Saints, and think that eventually I will have to completely reverse my own life, and act lime them, but I don’t know if I am able, and I’m even more terrified that I’m not willing to. I don’t want Jesus to be a distraction from life’s ills, nor do I want to follow the comfortable, go-with-the-flow Jesus that I grew up with. I want to take the Narrow path, but I’m afraid of it. My constant failure to resist pornography (and I’m not just talking about normal, heterosexual kind either) smashes my hopes of actaully being able to undertake this.
What do some of you who are more experienced with life think? I can go on and on, but I don’t want this post to be an opportunity towards self-pity. I’m not entirely sure if I’m suffering from a mental illness, or am just so lazy that I’ve developed depression (like the Desert Fathers write about). On one hand, I don’t want to deny if I’m I’ll, but on the other hand, I don’t want an illness to be an opportunity for self-pity and attention and pride.
I’ve also noticed that the sacrifical true love that Christ asks if us is repulsive to me, emotionally, yet I know and want to do and be able to love. As a sentimental person, this makes it extra difficult for me.
Also, I’m male. I’m not sure it that was clear in the post.
Thank you.