Critter time!
You did something with your braininess, You found biblical creationism and you get to share that with others. I NEVER met anyone with that as a passion. No one has intellectual conversations over here. Tons of people live the superficial life where they project themselves a certain way out in the world but most likely they hide all of their suffering when they go into their home.
The only time I had an intellectual friend was the pastors son who discipled me and showed me the tech world that I got to explore for the last ten years. He could come up with inventions that never existed and like a few years later someone would invent it. He never gave up on me after I went to the mental hospital in 2010. Their whole family treated me very well, as if they were a perfect family from God just for me. A year ago, I started getting more into scripture and realized he no longer had the characteristics of a godly friend after he got married. So I told him we can’t be friends anymore and ever since then we barely talk. He did have twins recently and I asked if I can see them when his brother visits in November but he still hasn’t responded: I still think because he grew up with me and knew about everything I was apart of that he thinks I’m going to do something out of my current character. It’s like he doesn’t want to believe that God can change a person. Last time I spoke to him he asked me why I waste my time with Jesus. So maybe he got a heart of stone now but ever since he said that I knew that God was telling me that it is time to move on. This is someone who told me “Jesus is lord.” Maybe he didn’t mean it in his heart and God saw through it. I don’t know but we had a weird dynamic, where it’s like he was an older brother figure to me and he treated me like the bad screw up brother all the time.
After I got a therapist a year ago, I traded him for the therapist and said bye to the relationship. I didn’t want to feel controlled anymore. It got to the point where I had to run every decision I had by him. Even telling me that his family may have to take care of me for the rest of my life. Funny thing is I would store cash at his house cause he said it was safe and one time he took all of my cash when he got married and moved to Missouri and he spent all of it, saying he needed it just in case… this was like a few thousand dollars that I forgave him for. I told his younger brother about it and he gave me the amount of money that was stolen. I have a relationship with his younger brother who is my age.
And you aren’t from the wrong side of the tracks cause I currently live on the wrong side of the tracks, even though my current neighborhood is technically safe but I live in Long Beach. This was or is gang territory. Compton is the next city over. This is the area where the early 90’s thug rap started. Snoop dogg, Dr. Dre, Tupac. There is tons of homeless in Long Beach, tons of strange people with severe mental illnesses. It seems scary but I can walk about and feel safe.
Everyone in Orange County use to call this place “the ghetto”
I’ve witnessed a prostitute in Compton just take a squat in the middle of a gas station while kids are walking pass while she is taking a leak on the asphalt. I’ve seen 8 year old kids handing crack cocaine that their parents told them to deliver to cars passing by from their houses. Just really dark stuff.
You did something with your braininess, You found biblical creationism and you get to share that with others. I NEVER met anyone with that as a passion. No one has intellectual conversations over here. Tons of people live the superficial life where they project themselves a certain way out in the world but most likely they hide all of their suffering when they go into their home.
The only time I had an intellectual friend was the pastors son who discipled me and showed me the tech world that I got to explore for the last ten years. He could come up with inventions that never existed and like a few years later someone would invent it. He never gave up on me after I went to the mental hospital in 2010. Their whole family treated me very well, as if they were a perfect family from God just for me. A year ago, I started getting more into scripture and realized he no longer had the characteristics of a godly friend after he got married. So I told him we can’t be friends anymore and ever since then we barely talk. He did have twins recently and I asked if I can see them when his brother visits in November but he still hasn’t responded: I still think because he grew up with me and knew about everything I was apart of that he thinks I’m going to do something out of my current character. It’s like he doesn’t want to believe that God can change a person. Last time I spoke to him he asked me why I waste my time with Jesus. So maybe he got a heart of stone now but ever since he said that I knew that God was telling me that it is time to move on. This is someone who told me “Jesus is lord.” Maybe he didn’t mean it in his heart and God saw through it. I don’t know but we had a weird dynamic, where it’s like he was an older brother figure to me and he treated me like the bad screw up brother all the time.
After I got a therapist a year ago, I traded him for the therapist and said bye to the relationship. I didn’t want to feel controlled anymore. It got to the point where I had to run every decision I had by him. Even telling me that his family may have to take care of me for the rest of my life. Funny thing is I would store cash at his house cause he said it was safe and one time he took all of my cash when he got married and moved to Missouri and he spent all of it, saying he needed it just in case… this was like a few thousand dollars that I forgave him for. I told his younger brother about it and he gave me the amount of money that was stolen. I have a relationship with his younger brother who is my age.
And you aren’t from the wrong side of the tracks cause I currently live on the wrong side of the tracks, even though my current neighborhood is technically safe but I live in Long Beach. This was or is gang territory. Compton is the next city over. This is the area where the early 90’s thug rap started. Snoop dogg, Dr. Dre, Tupac. There is tons of homeless in Long Beach, tons of strange people with severe mental illnesses. It seems scary but I can walk about and feel safe.
Everyone in Orange County use to call this place “the ghetto”
I’ve witnessed a prostitute in Compton just take a squat in the middle of a gas station while kids are walking pass while she is taking a leak on the asphalt. I’ve seen 8 year old kids handing crack cocaine that their parents told them to deliver to cars passing by from their houses. Just really dark stuff.
I probably should have mentioned that I was brainy in my youth. I went work to help my dad after I left school. I did not go to college.
Actually, I'm not sure what I would have went to college for. I don't guess I ever figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up.
My area doesn't sound that dark, but we do have our shootings, and lots and lots of drugs. One night, when dad was still alive, someone tried to kick the front door in. Dad hopped up quick and grabbed his 12 guage. He told me to get behind him, which I quickly did. I had my handgun. They weren't able to kick the door in. I guess those fools didn't think there might be something waiting for them on the other side. They even came back later. So, I have my piece by me at all times. I didn't have cams then, but I have 2 cams now. One shows me who is coming up the steps and the other is positioned toward dad's pickup truck. Btw, Fuzz Butt was just coming up the steps again. Fortunately, I mostly see critters on the cam.
I hope you'll always stay safe wherever you go.
Funnily enough, my dad got into 90s rap for a while. I remember us watching Snoop Dog videos, and Coolio, and Dre, and probably others I can't remember.
It's interesting how some of our closest relationships are often torn apart due to beliefs. It seems like a test sometimes. In 2014, I had gotten to know an individual online who lives in SoCal (I think he's in Palm Desert). We grew close, spent a lot of time together, talking on the phone and eventually on cam. But, he made the decision that we part ways because I would not reject the teachings of Paul, and I would not give up my belief in the Trinity. I chose my beliefs. It was oddly painful, but I didn't regret my choice at all. The teacher he follows is a false prophet. He calls himself a prophet and had predicted the end of the world...and of course the day came and went. The poor guy is still stuck in that cult. And while do not want to have a "relationship" with him again, I do hope he realizes one of these days that he's following a false belief. I think he believes Christians are of the devil. I had to separate myself.
We are blessed who choose the Lord.
Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one on the wrong side of the tracks. Here, the eastside is where the more well off people are. There is a big difference in how the eastside looks and how the westside looks. And it's separated by a river.
Btw, I'm glad you are on the wrong side of the tracks now...I'm thankful to have bumped into you!
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