Virgochick: it still seems a little surreal but I do find myself trying to make up for lost time.
Nihilistic Journey
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Second birthday!
by Nihilistic Journey inturning 42 and celebrating my second birthday!
there's some strange crap only we could understand..
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Second birthday!
by Nihilistic Journey inturning 42 and celebrating my second birthday!
there's some strange crap only we could understand..
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My dad left shortly after I did because he would not shun me. This was the first time he said happy birthday to me. It still feels "wrong" coming from him.
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Second birthday!
by Nihilistic Journey inturning 42 and celebrating my second birthday!
there's some strange crap only we could understand..
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Turning 42 and celebrating my second birthday! There's some strange crap only we could understand.
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My first stand up comedy gig (almost)
by usualusername1 ina couple of weeks back i completed my first proper stand up comedy gig.. if you would like a link to the video please leave your email here or direct message me.. cheers.
paul.
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Congratulations . I've always wanted to do this. How was it. what was it like .
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What is the Watchtower view on donating to charity?
by HereIgo ini've always had the impression that they frowned upon it, but never quite knew for sure.....
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This was always a source of cognitive discenece for me. We were supposed to follow Christ's example while not helping anyone outside the congregation.
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why would God and Jesus hate the united nations?
by nowwhat? inshouldn't they say thanks for" holding down the fort" until we take over?.
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It goes back to the very beginning. Satan, in the guise of the snake, insinuated that mankind did not need Jehovah. The UN, like all other forms of government, are part of Satins organization. Or so I was always told. It's like the quote that was popular when I was in. It's not up to man to direct his own footsteps.
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My wife blew my mind, Seth Andrews, and more....
by pronomono inso i recently had the opportunity to hear seth andrews speak in person at a local unitarian universalist church.
for those of you who know my past, i've had a bit of a difficult time dealing with the emotional aspects of a fade with a wife that says she believes but doesn't put forth the works that demonstrate that faith.
we've kind of been in a rocky point in our relationship because we've both been afraid to test the waters on where each of us stand.
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So happy to hear this!
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I Didn't Belong
by Nihilistic Journey ini remember an art project when i was six years old.
the teacher handed out felt pine trees that we glued to burlap sheets.
everyone then attached little pieces of colorful material to the felt trees.
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Thank you guys. All of your validation means a lot to me. Once my mother left the Truth and started sleeping around and doing drugs it reconfirmed to me what the Society always said. If you leave the truth your life would fall apart. At least this made sense to the 9 year old boy that I was. This turned me into an uber JW. Street corner every Saturday morning before the service meeting and more FS. Field service every day during school vacations. I did this until I was 18 and had enough not fitting in any Kingdom Hall and left not knowing TTATT. 18 years of living in constant fear of Armageddon I finally discovered TTATT a year and half ago.
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I Didn't Belong
by Nihilistic Journey ini remember an art project when i was six years old.
the teacher handed out felt pine trees that we glued to burlap sheets.
everyone then attached little pieces of colorful material to the felt trees.
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hoser you belong anywhere you want to be. It's taken me way to many years to figure it out but its true. At the root of every person is the desire to be accepted. If you accept them they will accept you. Granted there are exceptions to the rules but generally I believe this to be true.
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I Didn't Belong
by Nihilistic Journey ini remember an art project when i was six years old.
the teacher handed out felt pine trees that we glued to burlap sheets.
everyone then attached little pieces of colorful material to the felt trees.
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I remember an art project when I was six years old. The teacher handed out felt pine trees that we glued to burlap sheets. Everyone then attached little pieces of colorful material to the felt trees. Everyone except for me as I was only allowed to use plain white pieces. I did not know why. I only knew I did not belong.
I remember the third grade where I sat near a girl I liked named Tenniel. She watched as I couldn’t participate in birthday treats. She observed as I was banished to the library during holiday parties. Shortly before Christmas she passed me a note. Excited I hurriedly read it. The note read “I am sorry you are Jewish”. I didn’t know what being Jewish was. I only knew I didn’t belong.
I remember riding in the car with my sister and mother. My mother drove us to an old dilapidated white house near downtown. The house always had a peculiar smell and was always filled with strangers. As my mother ventured off and left us all alone with the strangers I never knew why. I only knew we didn’t belong.
I remember when I was ten and my mother would come home with different men. They would stay in her bedroom all night. I was forced to scour the kitchen cupboards trying to feed my sister and myself. I didn’t know why it fell on me. I only knew we didn’t belong.
I remember being one of God’s chosen people standing on a street corner every Saturday morning. As I peddled the unwanted magazines all alone no one paid me any mind. I didn’t know why I got up so early every Saturday. I only knew I didn’t belong.
I remember standing around the back of the Kingdom Hall after every meeting. My hands in the pockets of my burgundy suit paints while I pretended to read the bulletin boards. Over and over I studied the same assignments so no one would see how alone I was. I didn’t know why no one cared to talk to me. I only knew I didn’t belong.
I remember my first year of middle school. As the boys tried to make sense of their changing bodies they asserted dominance over others. I couldn’t protect myself the day I was punched in the chest. Holding in the pain and the tears I knew that Jehovah wanted me to turn the other cheek. He said that “an answer when mild turns away rage but a word causing pain makes anger to come up”. I didn’t know who authored that proverb. I only knew I didn’t belong.