Been doing a lot of reflecting lately, about my life and this crazy world.
Fear has dominated my life. I have barely lived because of it. I just exist, that's about it.
When I was growing up, it was bullies at school. I wasn't one of the primary targets, but I got my share.
Today, my fears are more of the adult kind:
Fear of never experiencing the love of a woman.
Fear of terrorists nuking American cities and destroying life as we know it in the west.
Fear of poor urban blacks, a culture I don't understand that I live right in the middle of. Man when I pull up to a red light and the boyz in the hood are in the car next to me, I about piss my pants. They seem like rabid dogs to me.
Fear of my family dying.
Fear of contracting a fatal disease.
"Jerry Bergman" (is it really him?) posted that maybe some of us were better off as JW.
I'm wondering that in my case. My life sucked when I was a JW, to be sure. But it was an escape from reality. Accepting life for what it is (arbitrary, unfair, unkind, mysterious, capricious) seems beyond my abilities.
Sometimes it seems to me that people are the most vicious animals there are. Maybe the Calvinists are right, that man is utterly depraved. Doesn't seem like a big stretch to me right now.
If I make it through this point in my life, I think I will be a much better person.
But that "if" seems pretty iffy right now.
The pain is exceeding my ability to cope with it.
Maybe the USA is the bad guy. If you listened to one of Osama's boys I'm sure they feel very justified in wanting to see us all blown sky high. People don't hate for no reason. You don't see fanatics plotting Switzerland's destruction.
The youth culture in America baffles and horrifies me. Why the hell would you mark up your body with tattoos?
I've spent the past 17 years of my life waiting for the world to go completely mad. It seems like we're getting nearer and nearer to that. Maybe I'm projecting my own escalating madness onto the world.
I've never lived. I don't know if I ever will.
Life just doesn't make sense.