Hello Gentlemen,
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted anything here. I needed to leave SS for a bit to get myself back on the right track. As I refuse to watch the news because of the negativity, I also needed a break from absorbing some of the negativity found in some of these posts. By no means is this a knock on the content posted to these pages. It was more of a need for me to cleanse my soul and stay away from the “dark places”.
However, I’m back and I’m reading some of these new threads. I love the idea of a forum dedicated to help guys get the advice they need. Hell, I even saw a thread dedicated to buying new shoes! And based on some of the responses…. Some of you really do need help on shoe shopping! (wow!!)
This particular thread really has caught my attention. When I joined here many of you were very kind with your advice. And my “angry forum friend” gave me a lot of advice on becoming a stronger version of my old self. So in an attempt to show my understanding of your situation, I’ll share a little about my past.
At the age of 3 I was taken away by the state and put into an orphanage. Turns out my mother, whom was addicted to heroin accidentally burnt my face with frosting from a toaster oven. She couldn’t get me to stop crying so she threw me through a second story window. (thank god for balcony guard rails). Still have the scar from the glass going through my chin to the roof of my mouth.
At 6, I finally got to leave the orphanage. My grandmother decided she would raise me.
At 15 my grandmother became ill. I’ve been on my own since then.
I’ve been dead broke, homeless, and have done more illegal things then I would care to admit.
I never went to college because I could never afford it back then.
I worked my way through high school just to get a diploma because I thought it mattered.
I can’t be black………..but you get the point.
I look fondly at my past, as it has been what has helped me to excel in everything I do. I don’t use my past as a crutch or an excuse. I use it as fuel, and I succeed every day.
I don’t have a close relationship with my family, and many of them hate my success and revel in any of my failures. I love this part of my life. My decisions are all for me with no real or implied baggage.
I believe in the light at the end of the tunnel. I believe in success, and I believe in being happy with or without a women.
I’ve recently hit the dating scene and completely agree that there are very few quality women out there.
They’ll fu*c you, ask you for money, dish out all of their problems in hopes of getting a helping hand, or just having someone listen to them babble about nothing.
Most of them come with baggage, and a sense of entitlement unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
But you know what? I don’t even care. It doesn’t affect me in the least bit. Let them be who they are as long as I can be who I am. I get laid with no commitment, and when I’m done with them I’ll stop seeing or calling them.
Maybe someday I’ll find the “right” one, but I won’t quit fishing because I haven’t caught the “master trout”.
My past made me so that I don’t need anyone in my life to make me happy. I make myself happy and enjoy the company of friends and companions as I walk my path.
So that’s about it for today. I’m glad to be back and reading some of these threads. They cheer me up!
One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?"
"No", answered Buddha.
"Then are you a healer?"
"No", Buddha replied.
"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.
"No, I am not a teacher."
"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.
"I am awake", Buddha replied.