Due to being a broken human,taught to hate himself,I find critiscm,even constructive,hard to handle.Someone mentioned I looked like I was packing on a few pounds,due to binge eating,alchoholism,drug addiction,depression,and an overall bad attitude,I almost started crying at work in front of my peers.I swear if I owned a gun,I'd be dead.OH,I thought about driving 110 into a pole,but theres no gurantee of being dead.If I owned a gun,I would be dead,because my moods and depression and insecurity are like a goddamn balancing act.The way I was raised make me love myself,and hate myself ,all in the same breath.I am glad I don't buy into anything,and realize most people,includind my own family are ultimately selfish,as am I.I have become selfish,critical and angry,but I also see the good in mankind.I go thru life trying to help people,and being a good guy.All you get is shit back.
My father,who allowed all this BS to reign supreme,is the most unloving,unchristian ,negative human I know.When people die,he claims they deserve it.Its so funny that the whole point of religion,and jw's especially,is love.to love someone,you know,the friutages of the spirit.Most people don't show jack shit but profess to be better.
I guess the emotions I go thru will bnever go away,but this is no suicide thread,because as I drove home,I thought of the little things in life that I enjoy,and I will not let some cult,or twisted view of love make me end it.I will keep going for the few moments of enjoyment this life provides me,but I still will never own a gun.