I Have A Hard Time Believing In An All-knowing, All-powerful God Due To Personal Experience. Im Sure

I have a hard time believing in an all-knowing, all-powerful god due to personal experience. I’m sure there are people who will disagree: “oh but hardships are put there to overcome” ect, ect… Nope. A hardship is something that you can either grow over or grow around. A bullshit is something that is nearly insurmountable and requires so much more energy to get over than energy it will provide back. There is now way a “good god” could, with a clear conscious deliberately put people through these things.

Broken homes

They were my friends once I still see them smiling Laughing as a group I don’t fully know what I did To deserve such an exile But it feels like broken ribs Whenever I see them; A family I helped make Introducing new people  Watching all mesh close Sharing a joke or two Private humour only known to us I stood by you through it all  I dried your tears Assuaged your fears Listened as the only one you’d talk to (part of me is concerned  You’ll bury yourself with someone To help share the weight)  I know they’d think I’m stupid If they know how much space You all kept in my heart But I just can’t cut them out you see They were my people once.  I miss my friends.

watching twilight of the gods on Netflix and it’s a real rollercoaster: “oh they got that right… wrong… wrong for narrative reasons… right ish… wrong, wrong… ooh mistletoe…”

I am *so* tired of constantly having to be nice, both IRL and online. I have to be civil and polite to the bastards who hurt because society tends to frown on bloody violence (unless it’s glorified on a state wide level). I have to be civil and polite to the people actively hurting my friends and community because “we’ve got to look at both sides”. I am so fed up of rounding off my edges just to please a general society that never cared in the first place. I am so close to the edge.

Intro to the 1989 reprint of The Color of Magic the first Discworld book by Terry Pratchett.

“At least ten.” Lmao

it’s a strange point of almost pride for me that no one outside my family has seen me dance. This has just occurred to me and I had that warm proud feeling followed by…. Hmm that’s probably not a normal response. Anyway, add it to the list of “things I don’t do”.