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So if you haven't been around over the last year, I'll explain to you my situation:
A loooooooooooooong time ago, we're talking in a land far far away... no... just a long time ago...
I was single (with the exception of that one month mistake with a girl who was a total idiot) my entire life, and I know that culture, ESPECIALLY the evangelical Christian culture REQUIRES you have a mate to make yourself better off overall. ALL other Christian friends and enemies (well, ok, just enemies) I had were married. They were, in a sense, better off, and some stated that they couldn't survive through life without them.
Me? I have had a hard time at college. All this time I was waiting for the girl of my dreams to show up during my college years and support me like it did everyone else I know. But she never came... and I did the work anyway. I finished a herd of projects, graduated Magna Cum Laude (a 3.52 GPA with dual honors and a dual major) in the hardest major in our university, Computer Engineering.
I wrote a letter one night to this girl of mine, like I do every night in a journal. I typed this one this time, because I thought that someday I could use this a resource tool to counter this claim that I've seen going around in churches that you NEED a mate to survive through your adolescent years.
I sure didn't. And the only one that came close only slowed me down considerably.
Anyway, here's that note, if you want to read it. You can leave thoughts below.
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An angel. It has been over seven years now, since I have dreamed about it.
My dream? To be rid of my worthless shell of a life and join the girl of my dreams happily ever after somewhere in a small house far away from the rest of the world.
Angel, I thought you were many people. I thought for dead sure you were Julia... then I realized it was so far from the truth. Even if Julia was, I never had a chance to begin with. I thought for sure then you were Christine, but again, my judgment lapsed me greatly. And the same result, I never had a chance.
Back then, I needed an angel, badly. Someone who could rescue me from the prison that I was put into by the churchies in my life. I saw so many other people who had their lives changed by a wonderful girl who loved them dearly. I was waiting for that person, that loving, caring angel who would come and love me for who I am... whom I didn't have to change for, whom I didn't have to play games with. Whom I could give my whole heart and soul to, and I would never have to worry about her betraying me.
That angel never came.
Seven years now, and in seven years much has changed. I'm no longer living in that prison. I was freed on December 16th at 1:00 AM in the dead of night, finishing my final assignment and realizing that I rescued myself, MYSELF from that prison, that no one came and helped me.
No girl came to change my life like it did my ex-friend Joe's to help his self-esteem and confidence.
No girl came to change my life like it did my ex-friend John's... who still needs help but without his girlfriend, would probably be dead by now.
Many times I called out to you to help me, to show yourself to me, to give me a sign that you exist... but like God, you decided against it. But then, I realized why... it's because you don't exist.
There is no such thing as an angel. An angel would give unconditional love, and unconditional love does not exist. My family loves me, but only under the condition that I get good grades. My friends love me, but only under the condition that I don't go ape-bonkers over the next assignment that I work on.
No, that kind of love is only given to the lucky, and I wasn't born on a lucky star. While others have had it easy, I've had to scrap and scrimp every battle I could, winning each by the hair on my nose, barely with enough emotional and mental energy to be able to keep going... hoping that my angel would appear so she could help me.
I believed that with my angel, it would even up the score on the adversities that life gave me in my earlier years. I know that when people are with someone, they are mentally more capable of doing tough tasks then going at it alone. I've had to go at it alone my entire life. You were never at my corner. I fought every battle on my own, and you... you didn't exist.
You don't exist. You were never there for me when I needed you the most. And the more I fought back against my demons, the less I needed you. I now realize that I don't need you at all now. I'm a perfect being on my own. I am as mentally strong as a bonded couple, and well on my way to being as emotionally strong as one. You were my only ball and chain from keeping me from being it, because I wanted to be stronger, faster. Now I am here. I don't need you anymore.
I fought until I could fight no more, then I kept fighting, even when I felt everything was hopeless. I did it without you. I shut the critics up without you. I did what everyone else believed was impossible, including you. You were never there, you never believed in me, but then again, I can't blame you, since you don't exist.
I don't need an angel anymore. I have me. I am the ultimate weapon. I don't know where life will take me next, but I do know that wherever I go, I will now make myself a big name... a name that people will remember... and now...
I will do it without you.
You never loved me. You never existed to begin with. I learned that like the God I was pressured to believe in as a child, you are only a figment of people's imaginations, so that they could feel better about themselves. You were the only thing that kept me together in high school, but I can't blame myself. I wished you were here back then. Now I don't care.
A girl didn't change my life like it did my friends. I changed it. And therefore, you are about as useless as a thumbtack.
So angel, goodbye. I don't need you after all.
A loooooooooooooong time ago, we're talking in a land far far away... no... just a long time ago...
I was single (with the exception of that one month mistake with a girl who was a total idiot) my entire life, and I know that culture, ESPECIALLY the evangelical Christian culture REQUIRES you have a mate to make yourself better off overall. ALL other Christian friends and enemies (well, ok, just enemies) I had were married. They were, in a sense, better off, and some stated that they couldn't survive through life without them.
Me? I have had a hard time at college. All this time I was waiting for the girl of my dreams to show up during my college years and support me like it did everyone else I know. But she never came... and I did the work anyway. I finished a herd of projects, graduated Magna Cum Laude (a 3.52 GPA with dual honors and a dual major) in the hardest major in our university, Computer Engineering.
I wrote a letter one night to this girl of mine, like I do every night in a journal. I typed this one this time, because I thought that someday I could use this a resource tool to counter this claim that I've seen going around in churches that you NEED a mate to survive through your adolescent years.
I sure didn't. And the only one that came close only slowed me down considerably.
Anyway, here's that note, if you want to read it. You can leave thoughts below.
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An angel. It has been over seven years now, since I have dreamed about it.
My dream? To be rid of my worthless shell of a life and join the girl of my dreams happily ever after somewhere in a small house far away from the rest of the world.
Angel, I thought you were many people. I thought for dead sure you were Julia... then I realized it was so far from the truth. Even if Julia was, I never had a chance to begin with. I thought for sure then you were Christine, but again, my judgment lapsed me greatly. And the same result, I never had a chance.
Back then, I needed an angel, badly. Someone who could rescue me from the prison that I was put into by the churchies in my life. I saw so many other people who had their lives changed by a wonderful girl who loved them dearly. I was waiting for that person, that loving, caring angel who would come and love me for who I am... whom I didn't have to change for, whom I didn't have to play games with. Whom I could give my whole heart and soul to, and I would never have to worry about her betraying me.
That angel never came.
Seven years now, and in seven years much has changed. I'm no longer living in that prison. I was freed on December 16th at 1:00 AM in the dead of night, finishing my final assignment and realizing that I rescued myself, MYSELF from that prison, that no one came and helped me.
No girl came to change my life like it did my ex-friend Joe's to help his self-esteem and confidence.
No girl came to change my life like it did my ex-friend John's... who still needs help but without his girlfriend, would probably be dead by now.
Many times I called out to you to help me, to show yourself to me, to give me a sign that you exist... but like God, you decided against it. But then, I realized why... it's because you don't exist.
There is no such thing as an angel. An angel would give unconditional love, and unconditional love does not exist. My family loves me, but only under the condition that I get good grades. My friends love me, but only under the condition that I don't go ape-bonkers over the next assignment that I work on.
No, that kind of love is only given to the lucky, and I wasn't born on a lucky star. While others have had it easy, I've had to scrap and scrimp every battle I could, winning each by the hair on my nose, barely with enough emotional and mental energy to be able to keep going... hoping that my angel would appear so she could help me.
I believed that with my angel, it would even up the score on the adversities that life gave me in my earlier years. I know that when people are with someone, they are mentally more capable of doing tough tasks then going at it alone. I've had to go at it alone my entire life. You were never at my corner. I fought every battle on my own, and you... you didn't exist.
You don't exist. You were never there for me when I needed you the most. And the more I fought back against my demons, the less I needed you. I now realize that I don't need you at all now. I'm a perfect being on my own. I am as mentally strong as a bonded couple, and well on my way to being as emotionally strong as one. You were my only ball and chain from keeping me from being it, because I wanted to be stronger, faster. Now I am here. I don't need you anymore.
I fought until I could fight no more, then I kept fighting, even when I felt everything was hopeless. I did it without you. I shut the critics up without you. I did what everyone else believed was impossible, including you. You were never there, you never believed in me, but then again, I can't blame you, since you don't exist.
I don't need an angel anymore. I have me. I am the ultimate weapon. I don't know where life will take me next, but I do know that wherever I go, I will now make myself a big name... a name that people will remember... and now...
I will do it without you.
You never loved me. You never existed to begin with. I learned that like the God I was pressured to believe in as a child, you are only a figment of people's imaginations, so that they could feel better about themselves. You were the only thing that kept me together in high school, but I can't blame myself. I wished you were here back then. Now I don't care.
A girl didn't change my life like it did my friends. I changed it. And therefore, you are about as useless as a thumbtack.
So angel, goodbye. I don't need you after all.