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Other than a painful insistance on trying to be completely honest from a very young age even at the cost of people's feelings, it was probably more painful for me because I also have a gift for knowing just the wrong way to say things, even if they are right. but other than that, I've pursued the ideal that I should try to treat others as I'd like to be treated, I just haven't had the motivation to follow through, when it comes to anything more than me not killing people. Instead of bothering to be moral or otherwise, I seem to have made a habit of just trying not too exist, without having to face how much of a pussy i am that can't seem to kill myself (at those times), oh i mean without giving up the last shred of hope and belief in the good of mankind. I lost the ideal notions before I even learned any of them, this happened because of my lovely experiences with the ugly side of people from the age of conception. From beatings of others, to some of myself, to the sexual abuse, all the drugs, to the litany of other psychological/emotional "family fun", all before I was 4 kinda made me a little wary. Then when round 2 started with the step dad and the continued wife beatings and more sexual abuse for all the kiddies to enjoy, and even more drugs, to the courts taking kids, to one dying and of course more fun time with fun parts for everybody, everybody left that is, to blah blah blah, that just made it sink in. Actually, come to think of it, I think it happened one bad hair day in junior high, my mistake. Either way, I learned at an early age the savage nature and cruelty of man. I attempted a half assed crusade for honesty integrity, and not purity but the abstaining from illegal substances till 18, except for under age drinking infrequently from 16, but heavily if so (i gots tough genes for the substance). Not to be righteous, but because the thought of being like the people I had to grow up with made me either want to vomit, or strongly desire to commit very violent acts upon people and or things. I only slipped on that a little once or twice. Hey there is always the chance that someone might need a hole in a wall the size of a someones head. And I have yet to discover the answers to the mystery of why they don't just put holes in all doors when they make them instead of relying solely on my ex and her natural talents with my temper. I swear, people get paid good money for the type of skill she had.
"The Greatest Enemy of Knowledge is Not Ignorance, It is the ILLUSION of Knowledge. Stephen Hawking"
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