DPrime Madness - Beyond Salvation (853 hits)
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Submitted by badassmofo (View user info) at 2006-06-22 08:34:33 EDT
I think I've always been looked at as one of those people that 'needs saving'; from my dad putting in rehab to my mom and her holy roller friends holding an intervention for me my senior year in high school, people have always been trying to sway me from the 'dark side'.
The problem is really that I'm too stubborn, too dumb, or too independent to be told what to do and when to do it.
I've always been a believer in learning from your own mistakes and not really from the mistakes of others.
That's probably ignorant right?
I mean don't they say that learning from the mistakes of others is a sign of intelligence?
I guess I'm dumb.
You see the thing is though I've never really seen my vices as a real problem. I mean sure I've done some drinking and drugs and woke up hung over and confused but I've never called out of work or shirked any responsibility because of them.
When I was in high school I was drinking a lot and doing some drugs.
My mom wasn't stupid, having dealt with a lifetime of her own vices; she knew what was going on.
At one point she got involved with some folks, some were family by marriage, some were friends but they all had one thing in common; they were 'Born Again Christians'. You know the whole re-baptized, bible toting, hands in the air at any moment praising Jesus, types.
They would meet at our house and have their prayer sessions and what not and if you knew my mom you would know that she doesn't do anything half-assed. She quickly became the head of this little group folks and was nose deep in the ways of the lord.
I on the other hand had decided early on in life that if I couldn't see it, smell it, touch it, it didn't exist. So to me the idea of God or Jesus was just something that I wasn't falling for.
So let's look at our ingredients here; 1 part atheist, hell raising child + 1 part Bible Thumping Mother = trouble.
I would come home some nights and they'd be in their little group, hymning and casting out Satan from people on their list. They'd always ask if I wanted to sit down and talk a little and I'd laugh and head on up to my room.
It came to a head when they surprised me with an intervention one night, claiming that mine was the path of the Devil and my ways would lead me to a life of hell and so on and bullshit and so forth.
Needless to say, either my hellish ways or her new found glory ended up leading to me moving out about half way through my senior year.
I bounced around from friend's house to friend's house for a while, until parents asked too many questions. Finally my buddy Sam's slow brother Royce let me come out and stay at his farm until I graduated.
Twenty days after graduation I was in route to boot camp and my life abroad.
On my way to Alabama I wrote my mom a letter, I told her I was sorry if I had caused her heartache in anyway. I told her that she should be proud that I took her stubbornness trait to a new level and that I didn't want to be one of those kids that moved away and never spoke to their parents again. I told her I loved her and that I'd be ok with it if she wanted to 'pray' for me while I was gone.
I've long since made up with mom, I had too, I mean we spent so many years as a team just her and I against the world that I couldn't just let that go.
Now I call her when I'm feeling down or if I need to talk. She calls me when she is down or life is hectic. She tells me I have an 'old soul' and that I'm one of the most calming people in the world.
Next week I'm going down to see my mom and some other family for a reunion and some general Kentucky Foot Stompin' Fun.
But there is a part that is not going to be so fun.
I'm having an intervention with my mom.
I've let her go too long with this little pain pill addiction and if it's not me, if I don't step in I mean who will? Surely not her spineless husband, not to say that he's a bad guy but my mom is the A Type in that relationship if you know what I mean.
So for me and for her we're going to have to hash this out.
And one of the things that burns in my mind is where the fuck is her God now, for all her attention and servitude, where is he when she needs him/her/it the most?
I've never really bashed anyone for believing, I've always thought you have to believe in something to keep you going so if it's God then so be it; it's just not my way.
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Submitted by whysenheimer (user info) at 2006-06-23 20:19:55 EDT (#)
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Worth reading.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-06-23 16:27:04 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2006-06-23 16:11:49 EDT (#)
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D-Prime madness contest suck
Submitted by cocaine (user info) at 2006-06-23 13:15:46 EDT (#)
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i love scotch. scotchy scotch scotch. here it goes down. down into my belly.
i'm on right now?
i don't believe you.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-06-23 04:30:03 EDT (#)
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need to work on your filenames
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-06-22 20:01:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-22 19:48:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2006-06-22 15:24:25 EDT (#)
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Blimey.
I thought interventions only happened on TV.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-06-22 14:07:28 EDT (#)
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not sure what that's supposed to mean joe.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2006-06-22 13:51:03 EDT (#)
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€`
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-06-22 13:02:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-06-22 11:58:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-06-22 11:14:44 EDT (#)
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Harrodsburg are you kidding...you'll be 30 minutes from my mom's house.
Anyway, shoot me an email, I can hook you up.
Wait...is this for your work...are y'all do farm or animal porn now?
uberbadassmofo.at.gmail.com
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-22 11:03:34 EDT (#)
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hey is this a true story?
btw, i'm going to ky tomorrow, any good places to stop around harrodsburg (i think) and richmond (i also think)?
any cool ass diners and stuff or truck stops to avoid. a lake to go swimming at, a place to hike and a place to take awesomest pictures of stuff?
i'd appreciate help.
Submitted by dove666 (user info) at 2006-06-22 10:20:33 EDT (#)
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She's found a new god.
Hope it works out.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-06-22 10:08:50 EDT (#)
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good luck.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:45:31 EDT (#)
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I was there in '93.
But listen, this is a contest post so I'm not really supposed to be chatting away here.
You can email me if you want to swap Army stories
uberbadassmofo.at.gmail.com
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:35:12 EDT (#)
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I did basic down there for NBC but then I left for airborne school and joined SF after a year at Bragg.
When were you there?
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:26:46 EDT (#)
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I was an MP.
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:23:02 EDT (#)
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And this had content.
Submitted by moneyshotforyou (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:22:26 EDT (#)
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What did you do in the Army?
Submitted by MANICMOTHER (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:17:39 EDT (#)
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Even better than the first.
Submitted by Hilarity_Ensues (user info) at 2006-06-22 09:09:54 EDT (#)
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Good luck in Kentucky. I truly hope everything turns out well and she listens.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-06-22 08:57:34 EDT (#)
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Nobody is perfect and Christianity does not expect it's followers to be any different. All it is is a code to help you live and a way to build a bond with God, thus providing the believer with strength. Anything else that comes with it is not about faith.
Church is a place where we think about God and thus help each other figure out the best way to lead our lives. The temple is not the seat of one's faith though, it is a luxory and seperate from the link between man and God.
The link between man and God is where the strength of faith comes from, not God Himself. It is the same strength a man might draw from the love he holds for his son. With the link he is capable of doing and enduring more than he would without the link, even though the son himself does nothing to help his father.