Congratulations

Congratulations, I guess. I wouldn’t want to wish you any ill will on your wedding day, and I won’t, but I need to write this for myself. I wish you chose me, but you didn’t. I wish you made it clear that this was never what I thought it was from the beginning, but you didn’t. I know you know what you were doing, but you acted like you didn’t. What I do know, deep down, is that it would have never worked. You wanted the proper good girl, the modest one, the normal one, the skinny one, the one who probably never drank or smoked a day in her life, the one who was mentally and emotionally stable. She’s probably all of the things I’m not. And that’s okay because I’m used to this. This is my life. You don’t know this but I can’t imagine being loved by someone, so I’m not really sure why I ever thought it could be you. I can’t say I’m surprised, yet for some reason my mind doesn’t seem to comprehend what my heart already knows. This is it for me. My life will never be filled with hearts and flowers and dates and romance. No. No that’s for those girls, the ones like her. I know in your eyes, I’m just me. I’m like your family, like one of the guys, but certainly not someone who needs support, not someone who would ever be vulnerable or needs help, or spends her nights crying herself to sleep. It’s sad that the girls who need it the most are the ones that never have that comfort, that support, arms to hold them when they’re sad, a shoulder to cry on. At least that’s been my experience. I don’t know why the same thing happens to me over and over again. What lesson God wants me to learn from a third instance of unrequited love, but whatever it is, it hurts. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But still, I wish you well. I hope you’re happy. I hope you have the life you envisioned for yourself, I hope you made the right choice. As for me, I pray that I don’t go through this again. I pray that one day someone will love me the way that I love them. I pray for some semblance of happiness. I pray most of all that I’ll get over this… you. I pray that I can see you with her and not feel such discomfort. Until then I’ll try to steer clear, for my own sanity if nothing else….

Testimony

AG,

Ten years ago, I posted about being in the mood to write something, but not knowing what. You suggested my testimony as it was something you wanted to read. I don’t recall if I ever obliged you as we were extremely close, and grew much closer after that post was created. We certainly learned a lot about each other and helped each other through some tough times. For your sake, or maybe for mine, I started typing it all out here — my life story. Everything that has brought to me where I am today, even those things I’ve kept locked away.

But I’m not quite there yet, A. Not for the amount of detail I planned to type and reveal. A lot of it you know from when we would talk about our childhoods. You know about my relationships, one of which is responsible for our friendship, in fact. You knew that although I often struggled with my identity and purpose in life, I was a Christian committed to helping others, often at the expense of myself. And I know you could identify with me, because we always had very similar personalities.

You also know that I struggled heavily with depression most my life, although I had always found a way to manage it. Unfortunately, there came a point when it became unmanageable and the suicidal thoughts started gaining traction. I started planning my end — not for attention, as that has always been the last thing I’ve ever wanted, but for results. But I got drunk one night and mistakenly texted my intentions to you. You talked me down and got me to seek help from my fiance and her father, who was my biggest role model at the time. My fiance ended our relationship on the spot and made some hurtful comments about my depression and being like my father, and her dad backed her up. I learned later that irrational jealousy played a part in our separation, as I had told you first instead of her. She misunderstood the nature of our relationship, even though you and I have never met in person and lived on opposite ends of the country. She just didn’t understand, like she didn’t understand that I never meant to tell you, but I was drunk and it slipped out. I lost my future wife and her dad, who was like a father to me in all ways that my own had failed, all because I was heavily misunderstood.

Perhaps it was doomed to fail anyways. That doesn’t stop the sting from it, though. It didn’t take long for me to try to strangle myself anyways just a couple months later. But, like most things, I failed at it, and turned back to you, this time with a gun in my hand. You talked me down while reaching out to my family, who called the police and protected me from myself. That was my lowest point so far, and you were there for me.

I couldn’t handle myself mentally after that and ended up losing my job. Eventually, after a few months, I met my actual future wife, and I believe you met your husband roughly around the same time. We each had a kid around the same time, so naturally the “our kids are going to marry each other” jokes started making rounds. It was cute. But then deja vu happened, and my wife started getting jealous of our relationship. She specifically stated that she didn’t understand it and said that it was “weird” to have friends you never met before. She just couldn’t fathom what we had, but also felt threatened by your role in my life, despite all that factors that pointed to the epitome of platonic relationships. Being female was your only crime, and having a close friend who was a female was mine.

I tried standing up to defend you, but I just couldn’t. I was weak, still mentally inept from my incident just a year or so before. My wife was basically threatening to leave me if you remained in my life, and it broke me more than you could know to ghost you. I just didn’t know how to handle the situation and I reacted so damn poorly. I hurt you; wounded you. Damaged you far more than you deserved, and it is my fault for being so weak. It is easy to fall back on my mental state as a crutch an excuse, but I take full responsibility.

Since then, I’ve harbored resentment towards her for it. I can’t forgive her for her irrationality that forced me to give up the only friend who truly understood me on a spiritual, emotional, and mental level, in ways that she never could.

Since then, I’ve all but lost my faith, wandering aimlessly around the dark realm of deism at best than the Christian light I used to know. I’ve contemplated suicide a dozen times a week, but been unable to act on it. I’ve lost all hope and direction I once had for a future, barely struggling to survive at this point for my kids. I lost my dad a few years ago, just as we were beginning to reconcile and grow close, making up for years of growing up distant. I’ve grown more closed off and fake than ever, having to lie my way through every moment of every day in this veritable hell I’ve created for myself. This is my testimony right now. This is my life, and you’re not missing much. I’ve always been a scared little boy, running away from his problems. On the rare occasion I try to face my fears, they beat the shit out of me. The few times I try to tackle a problem head on or fix something, I only make things worse because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I am seriously about as lost as they come. I’ve tried drinking, cutting, smoking just to feel something, but all have failed. I am truly a lifeless husk taking up space in a crowded world. All I’ve ever wanted was for someone to understand me and help guide me through my own thoughts. I had that with you, AG. Then I fucked it up because I am me and that is what I do. Just waiting to fuck up my current relationship, which will dump me on the streets and give me an excuse to do what I should have done over six years ago.

I guess I wrote more than I intended. I hope, if nothing else, this helps make things clearer, should you ever come across it.

Little by little..

and one foot in front of the other
slow
too slow for some
and too slow for myself, too
but steady
forward
A lot within me
is still alive
pushes up
the crazy in me
and some other mm
things
will always be

Yet
little by little
with each passing year
oh and I had many alreadz
I am getting
I am becoming a better
self

No regrets
it took the journey
all of it
to become
who I am

On Religion

There are not many things I can think of that upset me more than religion. And here, I draw a distinction between a person’s spirituality, which doesn’t bother me at all, and the institutionalization of faith. The former is something everyone is entitled to, the latter is, historically, the greatest force of control, division, and the subversion of free thinking in the world. I don’t know much about other religions than Christianity, so I won’t speak to practices of Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc.

Second big distinction here, I consider Catholicism and Protestantism to be denominations of Christianity, not separate religions. Lets think about it a bit. The Protestant Bible has 66 books, whereas the Catholic Bible has these 66 plus 7 additional. The Catholic Church recognizes the Pope as its leading authority, and views the forgiveness of sins as within the purview of priests through the Sacrament of Penance (confession). Furthermore, Mary, mother of Jesus, is viewed as without sin and worshipped accordingly (as are many of the Saints, though not sinless). There ya go, those are the major differences. Both Catholics and Protestants believe in Jesus as the immaculately conceived Son of God, who was crucified and resurrected to pay for the sins of humanity. Both celebrate Communion (though for whatever reason in my experience Catholic parishes always use wine whereas Protestant churches always use grape juice – not sure if that’s actually a thing or just what I’ve seen). There are some minor theological differences, ie baptism, transubstantiation, Purgatory, etc., but when you look at the salvation of your soul, (which is supposed to be the main goal anyways), the beliefs of both Catholics and Protestants are identical. And yet, that hasn’t stopped both Christian factions from killing each other since the Protestant Reformation. It hasn’t stopped the political turmoil and warfare that has dominated Ireland’s relationship with the UK. It hasn’t stopped Catholics from telling me that Protestants are going to Hell, or Protestants from telling me that Catholics are going to Hell. The root of institutionalized religion is, in fact, hypocrisy of the highest order.

I always thought it was interesting that the Protestant denomination of Christianity, (tracing its origins to the publishing of the 95 Theses in 1517), has split so many times we now have Anglicans and Baptists and Calvinists and Episcopalians and Lutherans and Mormons and Presbyterians and probably hundreds of other sub-denominations depending how you define Protestantism, while the Catholic Church (recognizing its origins to its first Pope, Peter) has been around for approx. three times longer with only two major schisms, Greek Orthodoxy and Protestantism. But that is indeed Catholicism’s greatest flaw: control. You could go back in the history books and talk about indulgences and Crusades and political maneuvers like coronations and excommunications. You could examine the Catholic Church’s primary role in the Dark Ages, exploiting the old maxim that knowledge is power, (particularly when most non-clergy couldn’t read) and the suppression of scientists who dared disprove the Church’s teachings. But you don’t have to, because the ongoing tragedy of sexual abuse within the Church, and the indefensibly heinous cover-ups perpetrated to protect its reputation, tell you all you need to know.

There are many problems with the Protestant side of things too. Two words: Prosperity Theology. If you dislike the constant cycle of stand up, sit down, kneel repeat and saying the same prayers so many times you don’t even think about the meanings of the words in a Catholic Mass, try sitting down for an hour listening to people ask you for money. “Ask” isn’t the right word. Spiritually manipulate? Is there anything that could be lower than that? Basically, your health and welfare are influenced by how much money you give your church. Wanna hear some traveling pastor tell you about planning a mission trip without having the money to be able to do so, then miraculously (after soliciting donations in service for weeks) a stranger walked into his office last minute and wrote him a check for $5,000, and a month later that stranger’s wife’s cancer went into remission? Imagine if the stranger had given $10,000 instead? Would he have won the Powerball too? The real danger in this is that it preys on the most vulnerable, people who don’t have the money to be giving it away but now feel that their lives will improve if they give to their church anyways. By no means am I saying that you shouldn’t give money to your church (or any charity, for that matter) if you want to, many churches (and charities) do a lot of good things in their communities and around the world. But you should never, ever feel pressured to do so. And you shouldn’t be doing so to get something in return at any rate either. The sight of multi-millionaire preachers (running profitable organizations that don’t pay taxes) with private jets makes me sick. Here’s a thought: do you think God, omniscient and omnipotent, really cares about the opulence of the houses of worship his people gather in or the personal luxury of the pastors who preside over those gatherings? Or, like the Beatitudes and Indiana Jones’ Holy Grail, would He prefer humility and earnestness? Wasn’t it Jesus Himself who said “it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.”? I think the speaking of the tongues stuff is super weird too, probably a mechanism to exert spiritual superiority in the speaker over his/her audience for the most part, and feel like pastors would be better served preaching words everyone listening could understand, but I feel like this is more of a fringe thing within Protestantism.

Across all corners of institutionalized Christianity, there are other issues of course. Hard to reconcile stuff like the Golden Rule with stuff like commanding the deaths of gays and lesbians. I’m sure the whole ‘wives should submit to their husbands’ line of theology has been internalized and used as justification for the suppression of women by every Western patriarchal society. I wonder how many books of the Bible were written by women? Zero? Even the ones named after and chronicling the lives of women? Same Book that puts literally the creation of sin at womankind’s doorstep? Then there’s God’s apparent propensity for vengeance repeated throughout the Old Testament and Pulp Fiction but nowhere better illustrated than the slaughter of all Egyptian first-born sons to allow the Jews to escape slavery. Would there still be Christianity in America if God had done that to the sons of American slave owners so black people could escape slavery? How can anyone, without any compromise, believe in every single word of every line of the Bible and not commit themselves to some element of irreconcilable hypocrisy? In my opinion, that’s the foundation of how you get to incompatible contradictions like: “I’m a God-fearing man/woman and thus proudly support President Trump.” Lastly (that I’ll mention here), is the air of superiority Christianity espouses, where it is each Christian’s duty to convert others to their faith and in the process save their souls. This might be a hallmark of other major religions, wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. But its astounding, just the arrogance of assuming all of your beliefs are correct and all the beliefs of someone of a different religion are wrong, when there’s not really any discernible evidence pointing in any religion’s correctness. The whole idea is faith, right? And as ridiculous as some other religion sounds to you, that’s how ridiculous your religion probably seems to them. What’s a lot more important, imo, is that no matter what you believe in, or even if you don’t believe in anything at all, that you do your best to be a good person.

So is Christianity a bad thing? I don’t think so. Believing in something more than yourself, being grateful for what you have been given and seizing on core tenets like peace and understanding, loving your family, and treating others with respect regardless of any way in which they might be different to you, these are ideas that should be universally accepted (and from my understanding are largely supported by most major religions). My biggest issue is that something as personal as one’s own spirituality and connection to God should be exactly that, personal. Your relationship to God is yours and yours alone.

wow

we met in january. you seemed godsent to me. you told me you loved me in april. i could say it back until may, even though i knew i did in march.

in june, i found that you had been lying to me about literally everything. having a gf of three years + messaging random people on dating apps, having fake profiles on FB where you’d scam older women for their money with sex.

i forgave you like a fucking idiot, because i still saw you as a hurt person who needed the love i had to give.

it’s august. you moved in with me earlier this month. last night, i took all of your things to your moms while you were at work bc i decided i can’t be with someone who doesn’t even realize they lie.

i found all your new fake profiles and seen how you have me and my family and coworkers blocked…how you even found my coworkers, is beyond me. you’ve been using my car while i sleep to go to hotels and meet up with random women, then you come home and touch me without even washing your fucking hands. i hate you. i hate what you’ve made me.