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LegateLanius on scored.co
20 days ago1 point(+0/-0/+1Score on mirror)1 child
Reminds me of when I had been given a wooden stool as a child. It later became a time out stool, and because I was a bad kid I got put in timeout a lot. Id thought that breaking it would stop me getting in trouble so I punched it and it split in half. My dad then put it back together with metal pieces and bolts
20 days ago1 point(+0/-0/+1Score on mirror)1 child
When I was six years I, I remember getting in trouble a LOT in school and being forced to sit by myself in the far corner.
I loved it!
I'd spend time fantasizing about different ways to torture and murder my teachers, burning down the school and their homes with firebombs made with timer fuses (the hate felt kinda good)... and machines I could build with Lego when I got home.
I'd think about different ways to comprehend the infinite universe and different ways to comprehend God's perspective being all knowing and and omniscient.
That last one fascinated and made me feel powerful because my life choices would perfectly preserved, forever be recorded in God's memory. It made me talk with Jesus more.
Same. Even in Middle School I'd thought stuff like stuffing the teacher who got me grounded in a giant blender, or creating unhealthy germ liquids to poison them with.
At some point I began to question similar things, Why the world is the way it is, and in WW2 History I'd realized that even the Holocaust happened, America did eventually win the war so there must be a God who let us win.
I loved it!
I'd spend time fantasizing about different ways to torture and murder my teachers, burning down the school and their homes with firebombs made with timer fuses (the hate felt kinda good)... and machines I could build with Lego when I got home.
I'd think about different ways to comprehend the infinite universe and different ways to comprehend God's perspective being all knowing and and omniscient.
That last one fascinated and made me feel powerful because my life choices would perfectly preserved, forever be recorded in God's memory. It made me talk with Jesus more.
At some point I began to question similar things, Why the world is the way it is, and in WW2 History I'd realized that even the Holocaust happened, America did eventually win the war so there must be a God who let us win.