Posts by Andrew Mendoza10

redtinker36 said:.. it’s really about finding some kind of inner peace .. or maybe just following my own internal moral compass .. how am I supposed to look at someone like Hitler and not feel this overwhelming urge to just take him out?

Look, I’d kill him—and plenty of others if it meant making the world a better place—but personally? I don't think I'd find much peace in killing anyone, regardless of what they did.

Patrick Wright2 said:It isn't just Dostoevsky, we're talking Balzac's Old Man Goriot here;
- if you had the chance to just mentally take out some wealthy old tycoon in China and inherit his entire fortune, would you actually pull the trigger?

Nothing is worth sacrificing your peace of mind for. Now, if someone could manage to stay perfectly calm after committing a murder? That's a different story entirely.

NE

Look, I struggle enough just dealing with myself when I say something shitty to someone—threatening them, even—and then end up beating myself up over it. So what happens when things actually cross the line into killing someone?

It’s not that I wouldn't pull the trigger in self-defense or to protect someone I care about. It's the aftermath—what happens to my own head afterward—that's the real question.

This is peak stupidity—they need an excuse for a birthday? They could have come up with something far more plausible. In situations like this, you end up bringing along someone who wasn't even invited, and honestly, who’s actually going to complain about one extra person showing up anyway?

Dana Morales64 said:I know this one guy in college—he's actually doing well academically, but when he talks to people, it's exactly like you said: totally juvenile, boring, nothing but stupid jokes. He's also incredibly uncultured; to him, a car is just four wheels and a steering wheel—he doesn't have the slightest clue about brands, specs, engines, or anything else. It's the same with music; he doesn't recognize any famous singers or bands, just listens to whatever local country station is playing. What's the point of his degree if people are just going to laugh at him for lacking basic knowledge that any normal person would have? I definitely don't want people like that around me either.

It's truly a tragedy that he isn't an expert on cars or global pop stars. Personally, I try to steer clear of people like you—those who hold people in contempt simply because they aren't well-versed in some niche area you've decided is essential for survival.

I forgot how much I loathe the politics at that university—it’s basically pay-to-play if you want to pass an exam, unless your parents happen to be old friends with the dean. It’s a closed circle; if you don't have the right connections, you're essentially invisible. And honestly, the sheer immaturity of it all gets to me—watching guys turn around and start calling a girl names like "slut" or "stupid" just because she turned them down, even though they were practically begging for her attention five minutes prior.

People (most of whom I’ve encountered) who think they have someone completely figured out just by glancing at them—all before a single word has even been exchanged

Dana Morales64 said:Look, I get all that—really, I do—but there’s a difference between acknowledging that worse situations exist and actually accepting your own. That’s where the breakdown happens for me. I struggle with acceptance. If I just "accept" things as they are, I feel weak, vulnerable... I don't want to be just another face in the crowd, you know? And I'm not some petulant teenager throwing a tantrum here; it's just that right now, I can barely focus enough to type straight because I'm not exactly in a great place mentally.

My father passed away when I was a kid. But if I had to choose? I’d rather be the guy riding a bike to a low-paying job, watching every single cent in his bank account and living modestly, than be someone who ran over a hundred people to get ahead. You know the type—doing shady deals, dodging taxes, climbing the corporate ladder by exploiting everyone in sight just so they can afford every luxury imaginable. Sure, they might sleep better at night initially, but once that conscience starts clawing at you? That’s when it gets ugly. To live like royalty through honest means, you usually need a family empire built over generations—something that was nearly impossible here under the old socialist systems—or you need to be a literal genius, or just have some insane luck with a Powerball ticket.

Dana Morales64 said:Don't play games with me unless you want to see how much trouble I can actually cause—and trust me, you don't. Just stop talking to me altogether. I've got nothing left to lose, so don't test me. Just get lost.

Why don't you take that bullet yourself and do the world a favor? Or better yet, stop acting like a complete bottom-feeder and realize there are plenty of people out there struggling far worse than you. Most would kill to be in your position if they understood that material things aren't everything in life.

Dana Morales64 said:I’ve been dealing with this issue for years now—I hate my parents. And honestly? That resentment just keeps growing day by day. It isn't that they're "evil" people, per se, but I can't get past the fact that they don't own a car. It sounds shallow, I know, but I can’t shake it. I feel an intense sense of shame whenever I'm out in public with them. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to lie to people when they ask why I didn't drive myself, or what kind of old clunker my folks are rolling around in. It’s embarrassing because, in my mind, they’re making me look bad in the city where we live. Even though I'm living on the other side of the country now, the discomfort still hits whenever someone asks why I'm hauling my stuff via Greyhound or Amtrak instead of having my parents help me move in their own vehicle. It’s infuriating because it feels like nobody even asks if you have a car anymore—it's just an unspoken rule in America that everyone owns one. But more than that, the car thing is just a symptom—a way to distract from the real issue, which is that my father is a total loser. He’s a man who's afraid of his own shadow and hasn't actually accomplished anything meaningful in his life, not for himself and certainly not for us. I'm deeply dissatisfied with him, both as a person and as a provider. I know I'm not perfect either—I've been incredibly rude and harsh lately—but it all stems from this massive well of frustration and disappointment toward them, especially my old man.
I could go on with endless examples, but I won't. I guess I'm just grieving the fact that I'll never be able to brag about my parents or tell people they're actually decent, successful human beings. When I see other people's families, it honestly makes me want to scream. Look, we aren't tethered to our parents by some unbreakable bond, but the reality remains: they are my parents, and I'm stuck carrying this pillar of shame. I don't think there is anything worse in this world than being disappointed by your own parents—to have them be the exact example of what a person should *not* be. 😢

You're a jerk who needs a reality check if you ever want to snap out of it.