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peeonme
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At 68 and surveying the land that I came from I recently asked myself why I had wasted so many years trying to love or at least like people that were self centered abusive shit heads. It became all to clear to me that I was never loved by my family after the death of my dad. He didn't show me any affection until he was about 2 days from dying. He wasn't mean, just stern.
I became the family scapegoat, every thing was always my fault. I was supposed to be the dummy of the family. They didn't blink when the juvenile officer took me away to a boys reform school for a year and a half. I got one visit in that time. When I came home the place stunk, it hadn't been cleaned since I left, bills were not paid and dear old mom was all to quick to act like she owned my ass. My older brother tried his abuse again but discovered to his chagrin that his little brother was stronger and meaner than he was. I had a half uncle that robbed us blind as well.
Mind you, I am not seeking any sympathy. However I have burned up years trying to fix assholes and idiots, to make it worse, I felt an obligation to love them, to help them. Hell, I became my mothers guardian.
I have tried to operate by means of objectivism. A thing is what it is. It defies logic to not call selfish assholes just what they are. his doesn't afford me the right to sit around bitter and mad at the world, it does give me the liberty to quit trying to reconcile myself to people that didn't deserve to have ever known me.
Okay, rant over. But let me ask, have any of you ever had to deal with trying to love assholes? (not in a sexual way)
I became the family scapegoat, every thing was always my fault. I was supposed to be the dummy of the family. They didn't blink when the juvenile officer took me away to a boys reform school for a year and a half. I got one visit in that time. When I came home the place stunk, it hadn't been cleaned since I left, bills were not paid and dear old mom was all to quick to act like she owned my ass. My older brother tried his abuse again but discovered to his chagrin that his little brother was stronger and meaner than he was. I had a half uncle that robbed us blind as well.
Mind you, I am not seeking any sympathy. However I have burned up years trying to fix assholes and idiots, to make it worse, I felt an obligation to love them, to help them. Hell, I became my mothers guardian.
I have tried to operate by means of objectivism. A thing is what it is. It defies logic to not call selfish assholes just what they are. his doesn't afford me the right to sit around bitter and mad at the world, it does give me the liberty to quit trying to reconcile myself to people that didn't deserve to have ever known me.
Okay, rant over. But let me ask, have any of you ever had to deal with trying to love assholes? (not in a sexual way)



