Originally Posted by
Mercen-X
At the age of 6, I lit a fire that consumed two two-story apartments and caused my brother's asphyxiation.
From 12 to 22, I had been obsessed with my cousin and then I told her and asked her to kiss me.
When I was seventeen, I was visiting my cousins and playing with them outside and their own eight-year-old cousin sat in my lap at one point and I started to have "feelings" and held onto her for a second but then I pushed her aside and walked away. When my parents and I got home that night, I told them what happened and that I felt like a monster.
From the age of thirteen to now, I mostly contemplate violence as a solution to all problems. People often find themselves rooting for a hero who realizes that sometimes the bad guy needs to die. I realize that such people aren't actually heroes, they're just people who are doing what is necessary. When I consider how I was raised as a Catholic and then a Christian, I've become very cynical and more or less unforgiving of people for the troutty things they do.