Do you hate everybody and yourself?
Do you hate the entire world?
Did your parents ever hold you in love and compassion as a small child?
Just curious. Tell us what it is like to be so full of rage and despair. How do you cope daily?
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Do you hate everybody and yourself?
Do you hate the entire world?
Did your parents ever hold you in love and compassion as a small child?
Just curious. Tell us what it is like to be so full of rage and despair. How do you cope daily?
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The same old ad homs from the same old mutual cocksuckers. You never disappoint. You all do the same thing. It’s uncanny.
So full of rage, one wonders how long the poor thing has been chronically single.
It’s like that 80s rock song, the poor soul.
Let us pity her. ![]()
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Yep. And pretty much every post this smug arsehole makes is about how much he hates women and Jews. You could get high on the irony around here.
What happened? Did you divorce the rabbit?
sorry, I caught the flame war infection
Was not held or loved as a small child. ![]()
I am really glad you’re opening up about yourself in terms of personal life experiences in this thread. Please tell me more about your life experiences.
When did you know you were different as a small child going into young adolescence?
Are the Hasidic Chabad Lubavitch Jews in the room with us right now? Are they here with us right now?
Is the evil male patriarchy with us right now?
Do these visions constantly terrorize you?
Please share these visions of psychological paranoia plaguing and vexing you my dear. It’s okay to share your feelings, I am not here to judge.
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I had a dream which was not a dream, it felt like waking up.
I was a baby in a room. My mommy was keeping a watchful eye over me, obsessively doting on me. I could tell that l was in some house by the sea. It was in a beautiful very sunny town but l couldn’t discern much about the outer world.
One day, a seabird alighted nearby and could see into our room. It was not a seagull, it was another bird, but we don’t need to say its true form.
The bird saw my mother doting on me and hated it. I felt a kind of jealousy but the overwhelming sense was evil. The bird didn’t want to replace my mom. Maybe its lair was strewn with baby bones.
The bird wanted to uglify everything in the scene, so it made a loud and rude noise at the top of its lungs. I was asleep at the time, but in my dreams, l reacted and the reaction = this life, including everybody and everything.
I dreamt up this entire universe as a bad reaction to hearing this bird. The malevolent bird is @VictorMcCheeseEsq and it has intruded even into the dream, this world.