Ordacleaphobia
Shameless Contrarian
See, you think that, but you're wrong.there's just no point in living anymore. like honestly. all my friends have left me and my parents hate who i've become. if i died, no one would really care and it would lift a burden off so many peoples chests. it's not in my head as every single day, i get told to kill myself and get called slurs. so idk.
In grade school, I had my little clique of friends, and we thought we were gunna always be friends. Then we moved to middle school, went to different schools, and lost touch.
In middle school, I had my little clique of friends, and we thought we were gunna be boys for life. Then I moved, and we lost touch.
In high school, I had my little clique of friends, and we thought we were all gunna try and stay tight because everyone's tired of losing friends. Then we graduated, people left, people changed, and we lost touch.
In college, I had my little clique of friends, and then we all got jobs, our schedules stopped lining up, and we just sort of lost touch.
As an adult with a full time job, I had my little clique of friends that I held on to for dear life because I didn't want to be all alone, but we all had one falling out too many and now nobody talks to each other anymore. Life moves on.
When I was 11, my dad beat my ass because he thought I was intentionally disrespecting him when I had no clue what the fuck was even going on. I didn't think I'd ever forgive him.
When I was 15, my dad beat my ass because he thought I was lying to him about something when I wasn't. I didn't think I'd ever forgive him.
When I was 18, my folks threw me out of the house because my dad supported himself when he was 16, why shouldn't I be able to do the same at 18? But times (and places) change, and I didn't think I would ever forgive them.
When I was 21, after I had managed to move back in with them to start saving for a house, my dad beat my ass again (and almost my mom too when she tried to get in the way) because he didn't think I was trying hard enough and he wanted me to break things off with my GF because he thought I was too focused on her and not focused enough on getting the fuck out. I didn't think I'd ever forgive him.
Here I am at 30, in the process of building a new little clique of friends, and with a stronger relationship with my parents than most people I know. Life's complicated.
People are very, very imperfect. Over time, I started to figure out why my parents treated me the way that they did; and despite their methods being very flawed, they did what they did because they wanted the best for me, however backwards their logic was. Respecting your elders is important. Honesty is important. Independence and self-ownership is important. Dedication and drive is important. Their heart was in the right place, they did want what was best for me; they just didn't know how to get me there and fumbled pretty hard sometimes. Being a parent is hard; nobody gives you the playbook.
The point is, you're stronger and more resilient than you think. One day you'll look back on what you thought was a struggle today, and you'll laugh. So what your friends walked and your folks are being tools. You can always make new friends, and things with your folks will smooth over if you give it time. So what people are talking shit. People are always gunna talk shit. I had people talk shit today. But that's fine because they don't know a goddamn thing about me and they don't know a goddamn thing about you either.
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