u/Rayleigh30

Stars could be nothing but sunlight being reflected by water and then hitting spots on the firmament.
The color of the stars could show us the color of the spot that is being hit.
For example: a red-colored star → the spot that is hit is reddish.

I think I know what the problem is.

First of all: I was spoiled a lot. I never had any responsibilities at home. My parents only expected me to study. My father and mother would always do everything for me — appointments, driving me places, cooking, buying clothes, etc. Everything.

I wasn’t allowed to go out much because they were afraid I might turn into a “bad boy” by hanging out with the wrong people. So most of my free time was spent at home. And 99% of that free time was spent watching TV, playing video games, or doing other screen-related things. It was an extremely comfortable life.

My father always saw me as a vulnerable child, even after I became older than 18. Whenever he sensed even a small struggle, he would immediately come and solve the problem for me or try to solve it. He also talked to me the way you would talk to a little child — even in public, which was always very embarrassing for me. It also felt emasculating when your father doesn’t treat you in an age-appropriate way, whether at home or in public.

Again: zero responsibilities. Cleaning my room? It was extremely rare for my parents to demand that from me.

My father was — and still is — an extreme workaholic. He works 15–17 hours every day as a taxi driver. He never takes a day off and absolutely hates doing other things when it’s time to earn money. He was kind of there, but also not really there — hard to explain. There were times when I wouldn’t see him for five days in a row. He would leave early in the morning and come home late at night. Sometimes I would almost forget he even existed. It often felt like there were only three people in the family: my mother, my younger brother, and me.

So he was rarely there anyway, and when he was there, he treated my brother and me like vulnerable, sensitive children.

Because of this parenting style and lifestyle, I became an extremely lazy person very early on — mentally and physically. I became a master at procrastinating. I was addicted to video games and screens in general. Sometimes I would play video games while simultaneously watching TV and being fed by my mother. It was honestly an extremely luxurious life.

Like I said before, all of this turned me into a procrastinating, extremely lazy manchild. I was socially very stunted and couldn’t even communicate properly because of the lack of social interaction. I would say dumb or illogical things, and my sentences were unnecessarily complicated.

After school, life felt like being thrown into ice-cold water. I struggled a lot. I had zero self-discipline. My parents wanted me to work, but I couldn’t stay at a job for more than a month. But it never became a real problem because my father would immediately find me another one.

I am 31 now. I have achieved nothing in life. I am still unemployed. I sleep until 2 p.m. every day and still live with my family. I feel like I cannot work. At this point I almost feel mentally disabled. The laziness feels like it runs through my veins, and working feels painful.

One day my father told me that he should have been stricter, because then my brother and I would have turned into proper men.

I think I know what the problem is.

First of all: I was spoiled a lot. I never had any responsibilities at home. My parents only expected me to study. My father and mother would always do everything for me — appointments, driving me places, cooking, buying clothes, etc. Everything.

I wasn’t allowed to go out much because they were afraid I might turn into a “bad boy” by hanging out with the wrong people. So most of my free time was spent at home. And 99% of that free time was spent watching TV, playing video games, or doing other screen-related things. It was an extremely comfortable life.

My father always saw me as a vulnerable child, even after I became older than 18. Whenever he sensed even a small struggle, he would immediately come and solve the problem for me or try to solve it. He also talked to me the way you would talk to a little child — even in public, which was always very embarrassing for me. It also felt emasculating when your father doesn’t treat you in an age-appropriate way, whether at home or in public.

Again: zero responsibilities. Cleaning my room? It was extremely rare for my parents to demand that from me.

My father was — and still is — an extreme workaholic. He works 15–17 hours every day as a taxi driver. He never takes a day off and absolutely hates doing other things when it’s time to earn money. He was kind of there, but also not really there — hard to explain. There were times when I wouldn’t see him for five days in a row. He would leave early in the morning and come home late at night. Sometimes I would almost forget he even existed. It often felt like there were only three people in the family: my mother, my younger brother, and me.

So he was rarely there anyway, and when he was there, he treated my brother and me like vulnerable, sensitive children.

Because of this parenting style and lifestyle, I became an extremely lazy person very early on — mentally and physically. I became a master at procrastinating. I was addicted to video games and screens in general. Sometimes I would play video games while simultaneously watching TV and being fed by my mother. It was honestly an extremely luxurious life.

Like I said before, all of this turned me into a procrastinating, extremely lazy manchild. I was socially very stunted and couldn’t even communicate properly because of the lack of social interaction. I would say dumb or illogical things, and my sentences were unnecessarily complicated.

After school, life felt like being thrown into ice-cold water. I struggled a lot. I had zero self-discipline. My parents wanted me to work, but I couldn’t stay at a job for more than a month. But it never became a real problem because my father would immediately find me another one.

I am 31 now. I have achieved nothing in life. I am still unemployed. I sleep until 2 p.m. every day and still live with my family. I feel like I cannot work. At this point I almost feel mentally disabled. The laziness feels like it runs through my veins, and working feels painful.

One day my father told me that he should have been stricter, because then my brother and I would have turned into proper men.

This life is a game or more like a simulation.
The programmer of this game/simulation is God.

Destiny is real. Things are rigged. For example: Some mek will never have a female partner, no matter what they do while some will find their soulmates.

It is like in a game. Character A will not do X and Y till the end of the game but Character B will.

Everything is fixed because God wanted it that way. You can not escape your destiny. Even when you think you did, you didnt. Destiny is part of the system which was programmed by God.

A reflection? A actual flying rock? A sphere in general?

What is YOUR hypothesis?

They didnt raise me to be this though and take so much responsibility. Because I am a boy and my parents are from India I grew up giga-spoiled (only study, everything else was done for me). I was giga-pampered.

I am the only son living at home. They are becoming older and older and becoming dumber and dumber. Acting more and more like toddlers. I spent most of my youth in my room so I dont know how the outside world worke, my dad was barely present, too, because he was at work all the time.

I dont know if anyone can relate. I was the toddler. Now the toddler has to take care of other toddlers, which isnt wrong, but I am so stressed and overwhelmed and it has been going like this for years.

Why did none of those mfers become successful?
Wtf were they all doing actually?
Like not a single one thought about locking in…? They all just chilled their life? None of them thought about becoming a doctor or opening a successful business that I could have inherited or have a lot of land? Just something?

All I hear is that the males dropped out of school early because they didnt wanna go anymore….not because they couldnt. They just thought school was shit and boring and dropped out. Didnt even bother at least do the bare minimum of education? Do at least some training. Some were even sent to good schools and they just skipped classes or school in general…..

And now its me, the latest born male from my line that has to do all the shit? That has to fullfill his parents expectations? That has to become rich?

If this isnt some sick joke, then I dont know.

I threw the towel when I was 23. Their demands and bs was to much and I started to do only the bare-minimum.

I saw and see others who do every single thing for their parents. Be it small or big, it doesnt matter.

My parents were also strict af. And I used to things for them, too. To make them proud, but at some point it was just to much.

I dont know, maybe its genetic that some people are less tough like me.

That would explain why after his expedition they did the Operation Fishbowl and Operation Dominic.

They probably wanted to test how far up the dome actually goes. Like where it stops by shooting rockets at it.