Originally posted by wylekat
Sometimes, I wonder if most of these religions are just diff takes on the same franchise. Just like there's diff flavors of Muslim/ Islam. There were
TOO many similarities. And it seems the results are universal- the poor give up their last few cents, and the rich live it up, use the poor for target
practice, get away with it, and hide behind their deity of choice....
Well F -ing Wylekat I feel the same way about life... I am not religious, but I recall
one day when I was 16 and very messed up I broke down and said "god if thing are going to get better show me a sign" (I know cliche) anyhow just
then a shooting star pass right
in my direct line of sight. Anyhow 12 - 13 years later and things have gotten Much worse.
Anyhow I feel I can really relate to your misery, I am a guitar player, I planned my life
around this notion, I worked and work at it all the time, I spread my passion to writing and being a professional musician.
Anyhow when I was 18 my three year girl put me through the ringer like in the mud.
I got lost in drinking at that point for years. At 24 I moved to NEW Zealand to create a fantastic band, unfortunately thing fell apart and I had to
come back to move in with my mother. I then sat in a room for four months and packed on thirty pounds.
I finally got my head together got a job a few weeks later received a call that my father was near death... He had a brain tumor, he and his new
family needed my help constantly so it was very hard to hold a job, I would have to drive 70 mile each way. Sometimes I would have to drive there at
night, drive back and then back in the morning, then back and repeat.
A year later my grandmother who was an alzheimer patient started dying.
The same week my mother fell off a twenty foot ladder and snapped her leg nearly off.
At one point for six months I had to TOILET, BATH and DIAPER two out of three of them. My MOTHER< FATHER< GRANNY all helpless, all the while I kept on
with my plan.
My granny was so messed up I had to keep her alive with ensures and a turkey baster,
she would spit it on me and often spread poop on my face, lip or eye when I would change her diaper.
I kept on with my passion, finally I joined the right band and things started rolling... My mom got better (wheelchair) and granny died when I was
down changing my dads diapers. As my dads disease got worse, the duty got worse, I did not have it in me to
run away from it all, I kept on with the band, still couldn't hold a job. Last year my band finally recorded a professional album, we released it
earlier this year to good reviews. In July we had planned an east coast tour, as luck would have it my dad died two weeks before we were to leave, the
same week my girlfriend of five years decided to move to New Orleans.
Got back from the tour and the drummer pressed the other guys to kick me out of the band, instead of that he quit, the next day I quit.
Point is I feel you, I could have never imagined such a hell on earth before, the years I NEEDED to make my dreams come true were taken by all this
tragedy and bad luck.
I am 29 now and I feel my life is over, the world has grown very ugly for me, I have endured and have always tried to be the better man, DO WHATS
right, I am MISERABLE. Unfortunately I do not even have god to blame - my life is like a bad movie . As of recent I just feel worse and more hopeless
Sometimes I think "god" has a plan - but after reading your post and typing my saga
I think it is just random screwing that happens.
I feel you