George Newman11 said:I’d change half of my life if I could, and honestly, I already have... Don't tell me someone can't make a name for themselves just because their parents screwed them over during those first few years... It's not like they're destined to be screwed over for the rest of their lives, right? 😢 😢 😢
I refuse to stay stuck in certain situations 😢 so don't try to patronize me.
Well, wanting to change and actually seeing your own mistakes is the very first step toward making it happen.
I believe people can change to a certain extent.
Not a total overhaul—(though that's possible too)—but just... a healthy dose. Enough to get by.
It's not good to swing from one extreme to the other.
We have to let experience "play" us and teach us lessons.
Instead of stubbornly hitting our heads against the same wall.
As I've gotten older, I've realized a lot of things, and I have to admit I've changed my behavior significantly since I was sixteen.
The idea that people are set in stone by age three or four is nonsense.
Total garbage.
The most intense reality checks I ever got were during puberty.
My brother used to hit me with these brutal bursts of honesty...
For example, once back in high school, our whole class was picking on this one nerd.
Early high school days.
I told my brother about it like it was some funny little story... how some guy in class grabbed the kid's backpack and acted like him to make everyone laugh.
My brother just rolled his eyes at me and said:
"Yeah. You guys are great. So smart and mature. You isolate a person and mentally bully them just because he's better than all of you combined. You think you're making a fool out of him, but you're really just making fools of yourselves. It's pathetic. You're actual sadists. You should all be ashamed."
I felt terrible. Like, genuinely, deeply ashamed. It wasn't that I had some deep-seated urge to be a bully; I was just following the crowd.
That was my turning point.
Throughout my entire teenage years, he kept calling me out on my behavior (when I deserved it), but it was never mindless insults like "you're an idiot." He went straight for those psychological nerves—the stuff I knew was wrong deep down but couldn't admit to myself.
I think I even started playing the victim subconsciously... distancing myself from the group... wearing black... listening to music that "outsiders" liked. 🤣 I started pulling away from most of my classmates because their hypocrisy and two-faced nature started to really bother me... like, really grate on me.
Basically... that moment when my brother pointed out how awful I was being to that kid... that was probably the start of me questioning who I actually was. Until then, I just assumed I was a great person.
From that moment on, I could never call myself a "good person" again.
Never.
Maybe when I'm messing around.
But seriously? No. I wouldn't even dream of saying it.
And I'm never quite satisfied... even when I learn something new, it feels good for a couple of days, and then I think, "Okay, I've moved up a notch. Now what? Stagnation? I'm afraid I won't keep going."
And then I'm right back at square one...
"I suck. I mess up here and there. Yeah. Now I have to start over from square one... God, who has the energy for all that? I honestly don't know anything."
I'm still learning. I screw up constantly.
Some things are so deeply ingrained in me that fighting them is an uphill battle.
Like my tendency toward verbal aggression...
That’s the worst part of me—it’s taken such deep root that it's actually terrifying.
My reaction to being provoked? It's awful. It's nasty. It's repulsive.
A good part of me doesn't even want to be this way... but when something hits me hard... I just snap. Instead of keeping my cool and getting my head straight... I just lash out. I say everything I'm thinking, even if it turns out I didn't actually mean it that way—I was just caught in the heat of the moment.
For instance... some woman on Facebook set me off yesterday. She joined this group... and the group was for a little boy battling a serious illness... specifically for donations and support.
And she posts one of those stupid "chain letter" nonsense things on the wall...
"If you don't share this to 10 walls, a curse will follow you forever and ever and blah blah blah..."
And I just lose it. I truly lose it. I can't help myself from telling her what a disgusting, hateful, and moronic person she is for doing stuff like that.
Instead of just ignoring her...
Like I do with most of the mindless comments online.
Then, when I see news about some guy getting jumped in the street or brutally murdered... a horrific rage wakes up inside me that I can barely keep on a leash.
It frustrates me desperately. It really does.
It's not like I have some massive tragedy in my life... actually, things are pretty good.
But I can't fully enjoy it because of how I react to the news, the nightly broadcasts, and everything happening in the world. It doesn't even have to happen to me personally for me to go ballistic.
Look. I'm trying. Sometimes I do manage to ignore it and just wave it off.
But I really wish I didn't act so impulsively. I want to learn to control my emotions better.
Again, I have to admit... I control my emotions much better than I did a few years ago.
But it's still not enough. I think I need more time and practice... to eventually learn how to just "be cool" about certain things as I get older...
But I believe change is possible.
You just have to want it, be patient, and put in the work.
There is no hope for people who think they're perfect, or that they've reached the absolute peak of existence and wisdom.
They are the worst kind of people. They are beyond saving.
Once a person stops being self-critical... they just stagnate at the lowest possible level and spiral into a pile of bullshit.
But they're usually happy.
Because they lie to themselves.
But for those of us actually fighting ourselves...
Ah... there's a lot of suffering involved. 😍 😂
The key to everything is the ego.
Our ego can either lift us up... or bury us.
The problem is... for a person... to lift themselves up... they have to bring their ego down.
Which means... you basically have to humble yourself... bow your head...
That happens to me sometimes... but man, it is HARD. It takes me time to process it...
That's the part that screws me over the most, and that's where I want to be better too.