Serious There is no god...

[saajuk]

Cid pretty much nailed it. But I also want to add something.

I could be completely wrong here, but I know nothing about you other than that you're a 20 year old student according to your profile. My assumption may or may not be wrong, but would it be fair to say that it's quite likely you've had a "regular" upbringing like most people out there?

If so, what do you even know about life? If my assumption is correct, you've been growing up for the best part of it with Mummy and Daddy and you're just about the enter the real world where you actually have to begin living for yourself. Shit humans in a shit world, get real. I can't take statements like these seriously when you haven't even had the opportunity to know what you're talking about. How about you live your life and come back in 10-20 years and then tell me that wings would make life more interesting, because right now, I don't think you know either way.

But I could be wrong. You could have had a very different upbringing where you had to learn life's tough lessons and already have great life experience, but nothing in your post indicated this. And I don't know you.

But let's just say we lived in the world of FF9. We wouldn't know any different. And if your attitude was the same there as it is here, you wouldn't be saving the world, you'd be on the sidelines. Plus, there's no guarantee you would be able to do great things in a world like that anyway, people still have shit lives in these made up worlds.

My post probably sounds a lot meaner that it's supposed to sound, I'm not trying to make it sound that way. All I'm saying is, you could be right but you need to have a proper go before judging this life.

Damn, I was thinking roughly the same thing after reading the OP!

I dont think you get out much. Sleeping in till noon like you said kinda reminds me of how i was, when i had no real life outside of the house.
I think you need to just accept the way things are now and be ok with not being the center of attention like you seem youd like to be.

 

[Roland_Deschain]

Ok did you seriously name this thread...there is no god...because you can not do magic or fight sephy? That is a little upsetting.

I mean sure it would be cool to be in that world, but have you ever thought about whats amazing in our world? Earths ultima materia is nuclear arms. Those towns in those worlds are tiny and we have big ass city's

And if you think about it, our world always needs some help these days, if you just want to be a hero than go to the ghetto and stop a mugging, or another country and help a starving person, hell become a police officer that is not lazy.

I even have a suggestion, if you can not get over reality and accept that you are not cloud, then why do you not write your own story? You could create your own adventure and touch the world that way.

I used to long for excitment six years ago when I graduated highschool, you will learn soon enough that it does not come to you, you have to find it, but trust me when I say its worth finding

 

[Ayumi Hamasaki]

Right now though, I'm finishing up with the 4th series, the one with Donna. I'm watching the one where that large beetle is on her back, feeding off the flux in time. And once again I get those thoughts. The same ones that come every time I watch something like this. The ones that ask "Why can't this be real?"

Yes, why can't it be real? Why can't I, or anyone else for that matter, go on an amazing journey through time and space with a timelord? But it's not just that show. Why can't I save the world from Kuja or Ultimecia or Sephiroth? Why can't I join a group of people fighting to stop the revival of the demon Altima?

Why the fuck are we stuck as these shit little humans? And why are we here on this pissant little world, working our lives away for nothing? There's no real answer.

Well we aren't all shit little humans working in a "little" world toward nothing. Most of us are working toward some sort of happiness. Most of us have goals in our life, things we want to achieve, and things we want to escape. No one is working their lives away for nothing, if they think they are, they clearly have a problem with self worth and their perception.

The bible says we are made in the image of God. I think that we can all agree that that means we are, at best, copies of God. But no doubt, we will also agree that if we are, we are like the clones with extra limbs, bones missing; deformed wretched things that simply ask to be killed. But what if we aren't? What if we truly are copies of this God person? Then what does that mean?

It means that god is retarded. Severely retarded. Keep in mind though, that this hypothesis only works on the presumption that God exists. Because the way I look at it, if we are copies of this God, then he has the same sort of imagination as we do, the same desires. Why then can't we do things like this?

To be made in the image of something, doesn't mean you're a copy. The image of God doesn't have to be the being of God, it can be the overall values that God represents or the way he wanted things to happen. It could mean any number of a thousand things, that's the power of the written word, and the reason that quoted the Bible as a definite is a no-no in any sort of way.

Second, calling God retarded is utter stupidity. To even use that word in any sort of serious, or even semi-serious discussion is stupidity. God doesn't have to be slow or disabled just because you don't understand his will, if he even exists. There are loads of things we don't understand completely, that doesn't make them stupid. Look at the weather.

Hell, why can't we just have wings for fuck's sake. That alone would make things interesting. But we don't. We're these little humans with at best 100 year lifespans. Living those little blips of life in a shit world.

So then what do we do, even knowing this? What's the point of living? Is it only just to die? What then? I don't know. You don't know. Even those of you with faith. Think about it. You have 100 years to live. What do you do?

We don't have wings because we don't have need of them. Life isn't always interesting, it's something you have to accept as you mature. Just because you'd think it'd be cool if you had wings, doesn't mean God is stupid because you don't have them. I'm sure starving children think it'd be something wroth much more than "interesting" to have food, but that doesn't fill them up every night does it?

But of course, I suppose by your logic, you might as well be one of them huh? Except you have a relatively nice mother, at least to you, and you have food, and a bed, and a nice computer, and time a plenty to come here and complain about how mediocre and shitty your life is. Now we as people are prone to do that, we are prone to take what we have for granted, until you almost lose that, then you wake up and realize that most of your life has only been as shitty as you've made it yourself.

I find myself wanting to do something extraordinary. I want to be a companion of The Doctor. I want to save the world with a ragtag bunch of fuckers. I want to be that womanizing blond thief that stops his brother. But we can't, can we? Because in the end, we're only human. Lousy piece of shit humans.

And though I want more, I can't have it. And none of you can either.

So what's left? It's a world that people think is full of possibilities, but its not. Not when the human mind creates so much better.

What do you think, both they of useless faith and they of the philosophical mind?

You could do something extraordinary. There are still things that are extraordinary. Sure we don't have mythical monsters or magic, but we have creativity, and intelligence. Medicine is an everyday miracle that you can think humans for creating. Without it we'd still only be living half of what we live now.

I want more, and I can have it, if I work at it. What you're saying just sounds like an excuse not to work, because you "already" know you're going to fail. Like being depressed just because you're sure you'll never be happy, that is the most pointless thing a human being could do.

Though I am slightly loathe to reference it, there was speech made by Mayuri Kurotsuchi on Bleach regarding perfection (here http://personalitycafe.com/intj-foru...erfection.html). If perfection is real, then there is nothing left to obtain. There is an idea of perfection and we work for that, but to achieve it means the loss of ambition. Once we have it that's the end.

Most people don't toward actual perfection, they work toward what they want to think of as perfection. And it's not literal perfection at all. Perfection for me may be that I find someone that I can share with, and who cares about me as much as I do them. That doesn't mean that I will lose all ambition in life. There are still things I'd be unhappy about outside that sphere of perfection. And I hardly think that Bleach is a reputable source to quote.

Well then, gather round for story time, cause I'm gonna tell what I can be arsed to tell. Lets start with the first 5 years of my life. Yeah, for the most part normal middle class family. Stay at home mom and father who worked. But my father didn't give a damn about me. All he cared about were those goddamn cars of his. Oh he'd take me with him on trips, but I got left with someone. Is it any wonder I'm closer to mother?

Since it became story time, I'll join in.

For the first five years of my life, I lived with my grandmother, who, to be quite nice, is batshit crazy. My dad couldn't find a job, and my mother had quit hers to move back to where her family lived, because she missed them (crazy thought that sentiment was). There any form of assistance we got was taken by my grandmother as "rent" and used to purchase groceries that were hidden from us. And also her own needs.

Around that time, when I was still quite small, my cousins were the family favorites, to the point where the male of the two (there were two a boy and a girl) molested me and it was covered up, even from me, until a few years ago. I was obviously too young to remember, or had blocked it out. What makes it worse is that there were so many little instances now looking back where he was totally enjoying physical contact with me too much.

Age six, I'm diagnosed with ADHD. Just fucking lovely. So what happens then? I'm shoved full of medication until I'm 14. And this was powerful shit. I don't remember 95% of what happened in those years and most of what I do remember are these little 5 second blips. But would you like to know what people saw? They saw the fucking living dead. They saw a kid with a blank stare that wouldn't talk, wouldn't socialize, almost didn't even exist. Just a placeholder. I had 8 years of my life taken away. 8 of what arguably could have been some of the best years of my life.

At six, my memory floats between watching my father abuse my mother, once physically holding her down, and hitting her in the face in front of me, and his abuse of me. I won't give you details of that, but I'm sure you can assume.

I won't bother quoting the rest of your story, but I'll just say that I had hell after that. Having been trained to be accepting of abuse, both physical and mental, I quickly became the bitch at school. Everyone could mess with me and get away with it, I'd never tell or stand up for myself. At first I was fine, then I started to drown, then I tried to enjoy and bask in the pain that was my life, before finally I broke. And after that, I withdrew, until recently when I realized that none of those people had had that power over me until I had let them. At any point I could have taken it away. And I didn't, because I started to believe what I was hearing. I started saying it to myself.

The point isn't to compare our struggles in life. That's stupidity. Me having this happen doesn't make me any more worthy of condemning God, faith, or any other person's personal beliefs than anyone else. All this whining about people not understanding what we've all gone through is getting old (not that you did). I always use to do that, and it's just pointless. You're only shutting people out while accusing them of doing it.

I need more friends and an amazing job...

You're the only one stopping yourself.

Then came the part where I realized that I'm gay. Kinda nice to finally figure it out. Except for the part where my father would probably kill me if he found out. Hell, he already hates the way I dress, the music I listen to, everything about me really. And given how he reacted to my stepmother suggesting my sister might become a lesbian... Oh and lets not forget my ex, the lying bastard. I honestly don't know what I saw in him; he's way too much like my sister. Then again, he never seemed that way when we were going out. But they're all like that aren't they? He has a real problem with his perception. See, everyone is a mirror for him and he criticizes them of having the very same flaws he has. Now some may be correct, but people realize he's talking about himself. In the end though, I dumped his ass once I realized him for the total asshole he was. Thinking back, I can't help but think he was using me. Or trying to anyway. If he was, he failed miserably at it. Maybe that part is typical, except for that part about us both being guys but thats just uncommon.

So that's what I can be arsed to tell. I'm damaged goods. 8 years of life stolen from me. A father who treated me like a slave and doesn't give a shit about me. An ex who tried to ruin any social connection I had (thank House he didn't with anyone I actually cared about). Almost feels like I'm at least middle aged with a coma inbetween.

Honest as pie, this is why I'm responding to your post, and why I'll probably get a really stern warning for replying. Or banned. Although I shouldn't be, because I'll play nice.

Hi, I'm probably the lying bastard ex. If not, I'm sure I make the list, so I'll just pretend anyway.

Barring getting into our relationship in a public forum like this, we were never on the best terms after a certain event that we've blamed on each other ever since. Well I don't blame you anymore. I blame us both. Because, Gavin deeeear, we both fucked up. Hard to believe huh? It takes two to tango, and as we were tangoing around that dance floor we tripped and fell.

I never tried to ruin your social connections, I did make a few bad taste jokes, but I was hurt then. And why wouldn't I be hurt? You were pretty amazing most of the time, and you didn't exactly "bow" out of the relationship in a nice way. But I am happy we broke up, because I've moved on, and discovered life after you. I've tried countless times to offer an olive branch and reconnect with you as a friend, and you've burned it down each time.

And if I was ever using you, surely your use ran out not long after that night at the bus station. I still kept in contact with you, and still tried to be with you, and you know the rest dear, you were there. I sunk both myself, my time, and my money into our relationship. Now if this is about how I handled it, I admit I was never perfect, but neither were you.

Since we're quoting things we like (Bleach ) I'll quote Tori:

I can be cruel/I don't know why

Dance with the Sufis/celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain

Anyway, I'm not going to write anymore, I'm almost positive that writing this much will come back and bite me in the ass at some point, even though only a lethal mix of boredom and annoyance made me respond at all. Boy you sure did look pretty when you were putting the damage on.

And if this is against the rules, I'm really sorry kind Moderators, who I love to bits and pieces.

 

[Richard B Riddick]

So what's left? It's a world that people think is full of possibilities, but its not. Not when the human mind creates so much better.

What do you think, both they of useless faith and they of the philosophical mind?

Two possibilities in life~

1. Those who commit evil or immoral acts have no need to fear negative consequences if they can avoid criminal prosecution.

2. Those who commit evil acts or 'sin' are punished for wrongdoing either in life or an afterlife.

Those are the two main possibilities in terms of morals and ethics.

In a sense, maybe you can see why the second option where child molestors and abusers burn in hell is preferable to the alternative. In a way God makes sense?

In my case, a lot of the immoral and unethical people I've known do seem to suffer for it.

They'll have some freak accident or injure themself in some way that is statistically unlikely.

Bad things might happen to good people, sometimes.

But much worse things happen to those who deserve it.

Age six, I'm diagnosed with ADHD. Just fucking lovely. So what happens then? I'm shoved full of medication until I'm 14. And this was powerful shit. I don't remember 95% of what happened in those years and most of what I do remember are these little 5 second blips. But would you like to know what people saw? They saw the fucking living dead. They saw a kid with a blank stare that wouldn't talk, wouldn't socialize, almost didn't even exist. Just a placeholder. I had 8 years of my life taken away. 8 of what arguably could have been some of the best years of my life.

Bummer, man. I know someone who had the exact same thing happen to them.

They are also a victim of abuse.