Redhand5
Member
- Jun 19, 2026
- 58
Hello, my fellow humans
I am a 43 year old male in USA. I've lived a life full of hurt and pain, misery and strife, love and gentleness, boldness and weakness. I've felt alone for most of my life. I've felt wounded by those that loved me. I've felt disregarded by those close to me. I've smiled through most it because I didn't know that it was ok to feel bad about people. Honesty was often punished, love was often ignored, and I was the last one to be considered. My heart tells me that my life hasn't been as bad as many others, my mind tells me that I should be grateful. My heart also tells me that no one would care about my pains and hurts. I live in contradiction, torn between anguish and peace. I am human.
I survived being molested by female family members, physically abused by male family members. Survived heavy combat. Survived the loss of loved ones. Survived the loss of true love. Survived being alone and in need. I think no one would expect my past to allow me to come out as a whole person, and live a long and happy life. I am going through a divorce now, and our family land will probably need to be sold off to cover expenses. This land is a part of our family heritage and it can't be lost due to this divorce. That's why it's my endeavor to Catch The Bus outta here. I've drafted a will for the land to be given to the next heir. And if I can muster the strength to buy my ticket, the land will be saved. I find it ironic that of all life's thrown at me, it is I that will lay me low. I have survived consuming Poison Hemlock twice now, as if even Socrates rejects my life and death. But I have hope that I will find my way to the dark room next door.
Cheers to being human, going through human life, making human choices.
I am a 43 year old male in USA. I've lived a life full of hurt and pain, misery and strife, love and gentleness, boldness and weakness. I've felt alone for most of my life. I've felt wounded by those that loved me. I've felt disregarded by those close to me. I've smiled through most it because I didn't know that it was ok to feel bad about people. Honesty was often punished, love was often ignored, and I was the last one to be considered. My heart tells me that my life hasn't been as bad as many others, my mind tells me that I should be grateful. My heart also tells me that no one would care about my pains and hurts. I live in contradiction, torn between anguish and peace. I am human.
I survived being molested by female family members, physically abused by male family members. Survived heavy combat. Survived the loss of loved ones. Survived the loss of true love. Survived being alone and in need. I think no one would expect my past to allow me to come out as a whole person, and live a long and happy life. I am going through a divorce now, and our family land will probably need to be sold off to cover expenses. This land is a part of our family heritage and it can't be lost due to this divorce. That's why it's my endeavor to Catch The Bus outta here. I've drafted a will for the land to be given to the next heir. And if I can muster the strength to buy my ticket, the land will be saved. I find it ironic that of all life's thrown at me, it is I that will lay me low. I have survived consuming Poison Hemlock twice now, as if even Socrates rejects my life and death. But I have hope that I will find my way to the dark room next door.
Cheers to being human, going through human life, making human choices.