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<blockquote data-quote="Cerraco" data-source="post: 77428985" data-attributes="member: 448851"><p>Granted, getting friends wasn't a complicated issue, but the middle school I went to was one of those... how do I put this... one of those "faux-hood" schools. In other words, you know how people say they're "from da streets?" when they're really not? Yeah, it was like that. My parents moved to a different town, which was a blessing (sort of), but still an issue, because I lived in an area where I had to start over.</p><p></p><p>What was this high school like? It was the Disney Channel, but without that "karmic balance" that you find in happy-go-lucky movies. It didn't end with all the attractive girls by my side while I was able to fight off any bully ever, with all of them being afraid of me. No, if you didn't have a perfect face in this school, you were invisible. You didn't exist.</p><p></p><p>My dad was run over by a 22,000lbs vehicle and is still able to walk (although it left him with permanent health issues regardless), and he believes God intervened to not make it worse than it could've been. Let's be honest, if that happened to most of us, we'd think the same. I don't blame the guy. My mom has trigeminal neuralgia, which has worsened to the point where it has borderline crippled her, and it doesn't help that she's super stubborn. The condition has also taken her mind and made her schizophrenic, making her believe that some unknown and unnamed group is "out to get her, just because."</p><p></p><p>When they're in pain, I have to step in and get groceries and whatnot. By the time it takes for me to get everything in order, I'll be around my 40s. Then I'll be even older, with no experience, with my mind even worse off because I'm inching closer to love opportunities being non-existent for me. Also, while I was in high school, a girl I liked dated my best friend. She was from Canada, and she flew over here. Good GOD that messed me up. Those two will never know what that did to me. They'll never ever ever ever ever know. That mentally crippled me.</p><p></p><p>One of the users here (or at another forum, can't recall) told me a story about how he had terrible acne in his younger years. He would keep his crushes to himself, so no girls would think "oh great, the super acne kid likes ME. Ugh." Then he spun off into how "God didn't want him to ask a bunch of girls out." Okay? So God's just chilling up there randomly picking people to have these embarrassing conditions as some sort of "trial" or "test"?</p><p></p><p></p><p>See, now this strangely makes sense to me. He's this amazing "all-loving" thing, but he's ferocious. He "heals the broken-hearted", but... he doesn't though. Some people believe that being a good or bad person makes no difference, as long as you believe in Jesus, you're good. That is infuriating to read. So anyone can do anything they want, inflict any unimaginable horror to anyone they feel like, but get a free ride to heaven because hey, they believe?</p><p></p><p>That would also make things very awkward for those part of Judaism.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cerraco, post: 77428985, member: 448851"] Granted, getting friends wasn't a complicated issue, but the middle school I went to was one of those... how do I put this... one of those "faux-hood" schools. In other words, you know how people say they're "from da streets?" when they're really not? Yeah, it was like that. My parents moved to a different town, which was a blessing (sort of), but still an issue, because I lived in an area where I had to start over. What was this high school like? It was the Disney Channel, but without that "karmic balance" that you find in happy-go-lucky movies. It didn't end with all the attractive girls by my side while I was able to fight off any bully ever, with all of them being afraid of me. No, if you didn't have a perfect face in this school, you were invisible. You didn't exist. My dad was run over by a 22,000lbs vehicle and is still able to walk (although it left him with permanent health issues regardless), and he believes God intervened to not make it worse than it could've been. Let's be honest, if that happened to most of us, we'd think the same. I don't blame the guy. My mom has trigeminal neuralgia, which has worsened to the point where it has borderline crippled her, and it doesn't help that she's super stubborn. The condition has also taken her mind and made her schizophrenic, making her believe that some unknown and unnamed group is "out to get her, just because." When they're in pain, I have to step in and get groceries and whatnot. By the time it takes for me to get everything in order, I'll be around my 40s. Then I'll be even older, with no experience, with my mind even worse off because I'm inching closer to love opportunities being non-existent for me. Also, while I was in high school, a girl I liked dated my best friend. She was from Canada, and she flew over here. Good GOD that messed me up. Those two will never know what that did to me. They'll never ever ever ever ever know. That mentally crippled me. One of the users here (or at another forum, can't recall) told me a story about how he had terrible acne in his younger years. He would keep his crushes to himself, so no girls would think "oh great, the super acne kid likes ME. Ugh." Then he spun off into how "God didn't want him to ask a bunch of girls out." Okay? So God's just chilling up there randomly picking people to have these embarrassing conditions as some sort of "trial" or "test"? See, now this strangely makes sense to me. He's this amazing "all-loving" thing, but he's ferocious. He "heals the broken-hearted", but... he doesn't though. Some people believe that being a good or bad person makes no difference, as long as you believe in Jesus, you're good. That is infuriating to read. So anyone can do anything they want, inflict any unimaginable horror to anyone they feel like, but get a free ride to heaven because hey, they believe? That would also make things very awkward for those part of Judaism. [/QUOTE]
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