I was abused by my christian parents.
I would like to live long enough to see humanity mature out of superstition and free the world from human greed.
Yikes! It is frightening how shameless some people are; proud, even.
When I was young, I decided I probably shouldn’t have kids. I figured that if my parents (who I loved and respected at the time) couldn’t raise me without so much pain and fear, I’d probably do an even worse job.
When I told my abusive mother this as an adult, she told me I did not actually have that thought. How convenient for her.
We no longer speak. 🥲
I prefer to focus on reality. Abuse has been normalized and things need to change. Others have it worse than I do. There are more victims every day.
My parents had children they couldn’t actually afford, so they spent most of their time at work instead of raising us. Somehow, they expect me to be grateful to them for not being there and for bringing me into slave world.
I wish I hadn’t been born.
“I paid for AI to tell me to invest in AI. What could go wrong?”
“Ah, dang it, I showed up late and they’re out of masks. I guess that means I’ll have to use the voice-cancelling ball gag again…”