Representation



How you treat one person represents how you treat that entire demographic.


True or false?


I don't know.


I treated that person like dirt. Should I treat humans as dirt?


That persons demographic. Is it ok to talk to people like that?




Do I hate one person or certain kinds of people?



I made myself despicable before their eyes.




Every interaction is a test.





God allowed me to hate this person so that I can ask myself the next question:


Do I have a prejudice against people of that demographic?

Representations



Edit: if I can be nasty and disgusting at one moment to one particular human being, is this okay?


Is it okay for me to treat another human being like dirt?


Edit 2
I do not have the authority to tread and trample over the holy life that God has created.

That person is a human.

How do you treat other humans?

This post was edited by redExorcist on Aug 5 2022 07:24am

How to be the guy

Take ye stuff (from fridge too)

Take ye cart




Arrive.

Apply Monitor

There is nothing more precious than the human soul.



Evil inventions and wicked devices make it seem like the other person is not human.


Human is human.

Whether it is a voice actor, or a cartoon, it has human qualities.


Do not forget that humans are humans.



Especially the humans around you physically.




There is nothing more precious than the human soul.


See humans as humans.

Treat humans as you would treat a human.



For God made man and also woman, and his creation thereof was good.

Foyer

I finished my foyer

It was good




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But for the effort?

Heh.




+

I rmb what I did for my wooden floors in the living room.

I remember my foyer


Both of these projects took incredible lengths and the result?



The result is ok...


+


Was it worth it?
To show my aesthetic and the beauty of my foyer? No

My foyer is small and average looking.



Even after all I did. It seems like my foyer was one huge project with only a moderate impact.



I struggled immensely with the foyer and also the rest of the renovations..



I had to crawl in defeat just so I can stand where I am standing now.




I have built my little sand castle with blood sweat and sand.


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The drywall came out slightly uneven, although I spent an excessive amount of time on it.


Have you ever put your heart and soul into something to the point where a good result is not enough?



So that by the time you are done sweeping up the mess, you wonder if it was worth it at all?



Validation from others? Not a chance. Only to tell you what you missed or what could be improved.




At the end of the day... I gave it my all. The result was moderate.



Have you ever worked yourself to the bone


Only to be unsatisfied?

Days weaned (1 — fine)

Day two fine

Day three also fine....




I want to study my own anger today.


What is the purpose of shouting at children?


To draw their attention.




When volume is raised

The emotion behind it is hatred and anger.




I've never heard someone shout in a happy way at someone.





So for example, if a car is about to hit you and you don't notice


I will shout at you, "hey! Watch out!






What if that person is right in front of your face?

Is it still worth shouting?




Shouting the name of my child.
Shouting stop
Shouting "hey!"

Shouting...




Shouting st someone right in front of you.



Does it work?

Standard of love -




Depending on who the person is, we have set a unique standard of love for each person.


For me, one of these people will be called x



I love x.

I believe I love x the most out of all humans in the world.






I have a high standard of love towards x.


Does this translate to a loving relationship? Not necessarily.



It just means that there is an inner critic that expects me to love x with a perfect love.



And when I fall short of such standard of love, I feel ashamed and despaired.



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Lets recap:

Standard of Love DOES NOT EQUAL love.


Neither does having a high standard of love translate to actually loving that person.




I expect myself to love this person, x, with a perfect love.



That is why my relationship with x is flawed. Because when I disappoint her, I disappoint myself.


Its like incurring double damage.



What ever damage I do to this person, I feel it against myself.



+ + +


I am falling short of my own standard of love for x.

What should I do? Lower my standard? Adjust my standard? Recognize my inability to execute perfect love?



I cannot expect myself to love this person perfectly and sinlessly.



This makes love so excruciating.

Comatose.


Ate a large sub today. Ate it all in one go. I ueult only eat half.


After eating it I went for a walk.




But etill

Im still sleepy.




Its like they put some sleepy stuff in that bread


Either that or I simply ate way too many calories for breakfast.


Idk.


Now why am I writing this? I knew when I ate that huge bread I would be digesting it for the rest of the day.


I honestly have nothing to say right now.


Writing is sometimes the only thing I can do when I'm sleepy.





I tried to study the proverbs but u can't study anything after you eat a lot of bread.


I feel sleepy. Yet I doubt I can actually sleep until I find my bed at home.





I went to the river today.


I stepped on the large rocks and sat me down at the lake.


There was a great flow of water.




The sound of water in nature is often the emulated by youtube or iTunes.


But those are merely Devices.



Its hard to compare to the real deal.



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I prayed for everyone there.


My sister. Also prayed for my sister in law. My immediate family including my estranged brother.


I prayed for the colleagues today.





Especially that one colleague that reminds me of one of my family members.


I prayed for the people who look despicibly onto me.



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My older sisters. I lack finesse. I don't know how to relate to women who are older than me.

It always seems like a power struggle.




Older sis wants to exert control over younger brother.



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I am that younger brother who will not be ruled over.




That's why I am despised in their eyes.


Remember how she looked at you. Your eyes met for a brief instance and then she looked away (clearly disgusted)



So fine. Maybe it's all in my head.



However. I don't believe these relationships are healthy.




Girls my age. Or older. Or younger.


I feel a certain enmity, especially against big sis.


Big sis, big sis





I got kids too.

What is an older sister and why should I care.?

Debts

#1 my mother

She asked me to do something


first request : give up the cup of the devil


I did. Not according to my own strength, but by the spirit of God


With one hand I broke the cup of the devil


And a new cup was given to me.



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Mothers second request: cut lumber for her.


She told me to cut some lumber for her so she can garden better.



My mother has asked me to do something, I shall not be slack.


One day, within the month (God willing) I will complete her second request.



For the lord has laid upon my heart.

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Mother will not always be around.


Cutting some lumber is the least I can do.

Old people.


I live in a neighborhood with some old people.


There's this one particular lady that I hate.



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She is a nosy woman that likes to go on walks around the neighborhood.



It makes me sick.



The older generation and how they look upon us.




She said of another young man, "that guy is good for nothin, for his arm is covered in tattoos, what a deadbeat"


That's a paraphrase but




These nosy busybodies exist.




When these older women get bored, they run their mouths.





I hate them lord. In fact, I said I would burn her house down out of anger.




Old people. Older generation.



Here's my official message to you:



I have no idea how to love you. I feel sick when I see you guys walking around the neighborhood.


Because of your prying eyes and your running mouth.




I hate your presence in the neighborhood and.



I know that I stinketh to you.


I know that even though I live in the corner of the neighborhood, I cannot hide my presence.




You guys buzz around like flies.

Maybe that's how I treat you, as insects and not as human mothers.



I don't see older women as my mothers, especially not of this kind.





Wrath.

Enmity between sexes.


Elderly women who are busibodies
Older sisters who contest me.



Both these groups I do a struggle with.

Grown man



Dear grown man,

You are grown. You might have graduated and finished school. You might be in the workforce.





So. I can relate to that. I can relate to what it means to be a man.


I can relate to what it means to be delinquent and to be judged for it.




But after I left my delinquency,

I still have a distaste for these particular groups.




For they judge men.

They look down on men.



They expect men to be hard working,

Competent.



Young man, these expectations are a snare.





For you cannot rise to their standards.



To the young man who has tattoos and plays games and tries to mind his own business.



To all you diablo players out there.



I feel for you all.



+ +


To the Father who was pushing a stroller and vaping too
I feel for you.


Young men, I feel for you.



For the hurdle set before you is a stumbling block.