I've always been different. From childhood, no as early as when I could speak. I got bullied quite severely at times, because I did not care for what the crowd wanted me to do. We have four family members. My father, mother, younger brother, and me.
I am absolutely SICK of Vancouver. I have been since 25 years ago when we lived here. People were druggies, and they were/are cold. I was for some reason always extra sensitive. I would refer myself as Canary in the Mine. If I die, then you better get out of there fast. The fact that I'm 39 years old, living at home, struggling(the sensitive thing) absolutely adds to my misery. At my worst times, I can barely function. This place is a piece of garbage. I can see why the coldness exists. The people here are depressed themselves. They are all living in denial.
People I noticed are constantly in denial and live in denial. It is a reality bubble for them. I cannot live like this. If you tell me of my flaw, I will eventually admit it, even if it brings me to the precipice of a crippling depression. If you tell me about something that's true but unimaginable horror in the world, I will hate it, but will search and see if it's true. You could be my friend, but I won't necessary do what you want if I don't agree(many do). I hate, and I hate liars and people that deny. I don't want deception, I don't want coercion. It seems denial is part of the bubble that is necessary to live a functional life. Like my father and mother in a marriage taking care of us, and my brother even though he's not in a much different place from me.
Watchtower Society. I went from seeing them in the absolute positive light to something I am coming to despise. Oh the bubble and the denial they put on my parents. Sometimes I wonder if they themselves are at fault? It sounds bad but could it...? You know, the verse about how he blinds them to be reserved for judgment? Do they not have enough faith? Did they do something wrong? What is it? I want to understand them but I cannot. d*mn the society.
Just had another argument with my father. I feel terrible about this too. I WANT THEM TO WAKE UP!! How can someone that have shown signs of intelligence, creativity above the average can fall like this, I can understand, but it's starting to become unbearable. The frustration, familiarity, and maybe even love is making me almost estranged with the family member I live with. I don't want to, I want to be patient, but my own situation is bringing me close to a breaking point so I lash out.
I am absolutely SICK of Vancouver. I have been since 25 years ago when we lived here. People were druggies, and they were/are cold. I was for some reason always extra sensitive. I would refer myself as Canary in the Mine. If I die, then you better get out of there fast. The fact that I'm 39 years old, living at home, struggling(the sensitive thing) absolutely adds to my misery. At my worst times, I can barely function. This place is a piece of garbage. I can see why the coldness exists. The people here are depressed themselves. They are all living in denial.
People I noticed are constantly in denial and live in denial. It is a reality bubble for them. I cannot live like this. If you tell me of my flaw, I will eventually admit it, even if it brings me to the precipice of a crippling depression. If you tell me about something that's true but unimaginable horror in the world, I will hate it, but will search and see if it's true. You could be my friend, but I won't necessary do what you want if I don't agree(many do). I hate, and I hate liars and people that deny. I don't want deception, I don't want coercion. It seems denial is part of the bubble that is necessary to live a functional life. Like my father and mother in a marriage taking care of us, and my brother even though he's not in a much different place from me.
Watchtower Society. I went from seeing them in the absolute positive light to something I am coming to despise. Oh the bubble and the denial they put on my parents. Sometimes I wonder if they themselves are at fault? It sounds bad but could it...? You know, the verse about how he blinds them to be reserved for judgment? Do they not have enough faith? Did they do something wrong? What is it? I want to understand them but I cannot. d*mn the society.
Just had another argument with my father. I feel terrible about this too. I WANT THEM TO WAKE UP!! How can someone that have shown signs of intelligence, creativity above the average can fall like this, I can understand, but it's starting to become unbearable. The frustration, familiarity, and maybe even love is making me almost estranged with the family member I live with. I don't want to, I want to be patient, but my own situation is bringing me close to a breaking point so I lash out.