You know if you plan to antagonize me, guilt trip me, and shame, go on ahead. More things to add to my list of self hatred. I’m not running low any time soon. So by all means. Keep it up. Shame me. Judge me. Mock me. Since you seem to take the platform of righteousness, go on ahead. Do it.
And secondly, what’s wrong with a female companion? Was there problem with Adam having an Eve? Would prefer if all men cut off all connection with women? Im going to be honest with you bro, we’re all sexual creatures. And whether you believe it or not, that’s the way God intended it. And like I said, whether we fornicate or not, that’s not your business. God gave us freedom to choose our paths in life. If I can’t masturbate, I may as well practice making connections with women. Or would you shame me for that? Would your rather I be a shut in? Not talking to women and have insecurities about myself and make me incontinent of myself? And if you think that I’m not prepared to have a girlfriend, jokes on you. I don’t have one to begin with. And I’ll never get one. That’s what I mean by cursed. God cursed me from ever connecting with women. That’s why I have low self esteem and hate myself. So once again, go ahead. Shame me since you seem to know so much about me already, based on my speech.
As for the advice: I heard everyone’s advice and I have put them to practice in the past. But there’s a problem. The advice always fail. Once again: cursed never to succeed. Shame me some more. Make me feel more like sh*t. I’ll atleast have more negative motivation to punish myself to breakable limits. And no these words are not coming from God, they are coming from you. You are not God. And neither am i. I’m the further away from being gravely, divine or blessed. And just so you know, I’ve never been purified gracefully. Everyday, I’m purified by fire that can never be extinguished. So please, don’t try and say that I’m damned. You sound like a crazy southern baptist.
And what do you mean by encounter? And don’t try to declare the holy spirit do anything for me her already busy enough helping those who are less fortunate enough who actually need help. Not a hollow man like me.
And I cannot break free of routines because nothing new happens. There are no wars to fight. No dragons to slay. No demons or beasts to hunt. I live in a boring life where everyday is the same. No change. Nothing. Again, cursed to live a cyclical life; repeating the same failures over and over again.
And me? Justify my self on God? Are you out of your mind!? There is no justification for me! I a ****ing sinner!!! There never was any justification for me! I’m guilty of everything! Everything is my fault! Again, shame me! Mock me! Tell me that I’m a loser, a heathen. Tell me that I don’t deserve God’s grace. That I should be purified with more fire. And when the hell did I say for God to tell me to watch porn!? WHEN DID I SAY THAT!? And what room are you talking about!? I don’t have a room, I DON’T EVEN HAVE A HOUSE!!! I live in a kitchen with two other occupants! I have no privacy to myself!
But go on agead. Shame me some more. You seem to know so much about me already.
And I have accepted God in my heart already so i havr no idea what you’re talking about when saying “we accept” not “God accepts for us.”
Feeling sorry for myself? Rofl. That’s funny. I think you’re missing the point. I don’t feel sorry for myself. I hate myself. There’s kind of a difference. And I cannot rise. How can I possibly rise? And even if I DO, guess what? I’m destined to fall again. I’m always meant to remain on the ground, like the wretch I am. I’m cursed to be that way.
Courageous without week? Yeah, no. That’s not going to happen. I’m already a coward. There’s nothing good about me. I’m not strong, not confident, and, like I said, a poor excuse of a Christian. Once again, shame me since you seem to know so much about me. I can always use more self-hating affirmations for negative motivation. And choice has nothing to do with it. I WILL fail no matter what.
Me acting like a Pharisee? Rofl. No, my friend, you’re. I’m not like a Pharisee. I’m worse. And I’m going to answer the way Socrates once did. “I know nothing.” I’m a loser. Do I sound like I know it all? In fact, if I really did know the answer to everything, do you think I’d be here, trying to challenge myself? Struggling, burning, hurting? You think that’s something a wise, happy person does? No. I’m not wise. I’m an idiot. A failing idiot. That’s why I’m here.
Also, my ears are always open to God. He just doesn’t say anyrhing. I’m wide awake in a nightmare.
But hey, you know what, what do I know. I’m just a failing idiot who happens to be a Pharisee and you’re the better Christian. So by all means, shame me, guilt trip me. Make me feel like a piece of garbage that’s meant to be thrown away and nothing else. I don’t mind. I do not deny what I am. I’m a terrible excuse for a Christian. And if I’m going to be used as a paradigm of shaming, go ahead. Like I said, I’m always looking for more negative affirmations to hate myself even more and punish myself some more