My dad was on point with religion. Partially maybe “got”. An ex alcoholic etc… but he is somewhat down to earth.
My mom didn’t/doesn’t understand spirituality …i don’t think. It’s just raw religious power. Her Mom was my babysitter for the first 6 years of my life. I wasn’t allowed to watch Nickelodeon. I think I vaguely remember not being able to watch sesame street. She would talk about angels.
I don’t disagree with her now… Nickelodeon and sesame Street is bullshit. But I don’t think I wouldn’t let a kid watch it or call it evil like if you watched it you’d go to hell… Ide teach them that it’s marketed ideology being taught, or at least try…
But as a kid. Maybe 8 or 9 I didn’t realize it absolutely at the time but I was gay curious. I told myself I would kill myself because from my environment I knew that was wrong. I always told myself at least by the time I graduated highschool I would kms. Graduation came… I found weed and alcohol… So I stayed alive. I said… At 21 I will kill myself. My 21st b day came. I got stoned and drank till I was wasted and hated every moment of it. I stayed alive. I’ll kms when I’m 25 I said. I turned 25… Same story… Weed and alcohol… underground interest…
I’m almost 40 now. And life gets more fucked … But now I dgaf. Fuck this place.
I’ve put a noise around my neck and tightened it till I pass out.
Everyday it looks more real that you m not crazy and American life might be a hell for humanity.
Find Todd!
…sorry spell check.
Find God!