u/austinproffitt23

I’ve always found it strange when Christians use their faith as a reason to feel morally or spiritually superior to other people.

If you think you’re better than someone simply because you follow Jesus, then I think you’ve missed a pretty fundamental part of Christianity.

Following Jesus is supposed to involve humility, compassion, forgiveness, and love for others—not a sense of superiority over people who believe differently or don’t believe at all.

You can sincerely believe that Christianity is true without believing that you’re inherently better than everyone else.
In fact, if your faith makes you look down on other people, maybe it’s worth asking whether you’re actually following Jesus’ teachings or just using Christianity to justify your own sense of superiority.

Do you think Christians have a responsibility to be especially careful about avoiding spiritual or moral superiority?

What should I do?

I applied to skyline chili today, my interview is Tuesday, August 25. I have a SS appointment that day that interferes with the interview… I asked my sister what we should do and she said it’s up to me… what would you do?

What should I do?

I applied to skyline chili today, my interview is Tuesday, August 25. I have a SS appointment that day that interferes with the interview… I asked my sister what we should do and she said it’s up to me… what would you do?

I don’t know how else to say this without sounding dramatic, but I feel like I’m falling apart when I think about where my life is right now.

I’m 25 years old.

I don’t have a “regular” job. I don’t have my driver’s license. I still live at home. I dropped out of high school when I turned 18. I don’t have a career. I don’t have the independence I desperately want. And some days, it feels like I have absolutely nothing to show for being 25 years old.

I look at my life and I keep asking myself:

How did I get here?

How am I 25 already?

How did all these years pass so quickly?

Why am I still in the same place?

I swear it feels like everybody else got some kind of instruction manual for adulthood that I never received.

I watch people my age move out, get jobs, start careers, get married, have kids, buy homes, travel, get cars, and build lives of their own.

And I’m sitting here thinking, “When does that happen for me?”

Not because I think I’m entitled to any of those things.

I just want to feel like I’m moving.

I want to feel like my life is actually going somewhere.

I want to wake up and know that I’m building something instead of constantly feeling like I’m trying to recover lost time.

And I hate admitting how jealous I sometimes feel when I see other people succeeding.

Not jealous because I want them to fail.

Jealous because I want what they have.

I want to be independent.

I want to work.

I want to make my own money.

I want my driver’s license.

I want to be able to leave my house without having to depend on somebody else.

I want to make decisions about my own life.

I want to feel like an adult.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and genuinely say, “I’m proud of you.”

But instead, I look at myself and see years of missed opportunities.

Years where I could’ve been doing something.

Years where I could’ve been building toward something.

Years that I can’t get back.

And that’s what scares me the most.

I can’t get those years back.

I can tell myself that I’m still young. I can tell myself that 25 isn’t old. I can tell myself that people change their lives at 30, 40, 50, or even later.

And I believe all of that.

But there’s still a part of me that looks at the calendar and thinks:

“You’ve already wasted so much time. How much more are you going to waste?”

I’m terrified of waking up one day and realizing I spent my entire 20s waiting for my life to begin.

I’m terrified that I’ll blink and suddenly be 30.

Then 35.

Then 40.

And I’ll still be sitting here wondering why I never got my shit together.

I don’t want that.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life looking backward and wishing I had started sooner.

I don’t want to constantly feel like the person who got left behind while everyone else kept moving.

And honestly?

I’m tired.

I’m tired of comparing myself to everyone.

I’m tired of feeling embarrassed about where I am.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to explain myself.

I’m tired of feeling like I’m behind some invisible schedule that everyone else somehow managed to follow.

I’m tired of feeling like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me because my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

I know I’m not the only person who feels this way.

I know there are people older than me who are starting over.

I know there are people younger than me who are struggling.

I know life isn’t a race.

But sometimes it feels like one.

And right now, I feel like I’m losing.

I don’t want sympathy.

I don’t want someone to tell me that I’m a failure.

I already know how to tell myself that.

What I want is to believe that I’m not too far gone.

That I haven’t ruined everything.

That I haven’t missed my chance.

That there’s still a version of my life out there where I have a job, a license, independence, friends, a home, and something I’m genuinely proud of.

Because underneath all the frustration and embarrassment, that’s what I really want.

I want a life.

Not a perfect life.

Not some Instagram-worthy life.

Just my own life.

I want to wake up one day and realize that I finally made it out of this place I’m stuck in.

I want to look back at the 25-year-old version of myself, the version who was scared, lost, embarrassed, and convinced that he was too far behind, and tell him:

“You weren’t too late. You just hadn’t started yet.”

I just wish I could believe that right now.

So, I’ve completely given up on applying to jobs. I still look on Indeed, but I don’t apply.

I’ve applied to retail and fast food, but no go. The only thing I haven’t tried is factories. I don’t really want to try factories if I can avoid it, because I know I wouldn’t do well in that type of environment.

I do DoorDash for money, but I have to rely on other people. I don’t like inconveniencing them. While they don’t mind helping, all they ask for is gas money, but it’s still an inconvenience for everyone.

Hell, my mother, who hasn’t been able to work for a long time, is possibly going to be getting a job, hopefully delivering medicine.

It’s utterly depressing to think about.

Amanda - How do I look, baby?

Michael - Like an animated corpse.

God, I love the dialogue in this game.

I finally bought one. I bought Ruda’s Ram. I finally came to realize why I always kind of held off on buying it. I play on mouse and keyboard because I can’t afford a wheel and pedals, and I’m not sure if my desk can hold that kind of weight. Anyway…

Car mods, whether they were free ones I’ve tried just to drive around the map or now even Ruda’s Ram, feel too arcadey. Now, I’m not sure if that has to do with me using a mouse and keyboard or if it’s just like that, but I’ve come to realize it’s just too arcadey.

It will with Rockstar, but do you think with the community as a whole, it’ll go the way of GTA 4?

I know it comes down to ‘do you like Ford or do you like Ram?’ But I like both, and at some point I’ll own both, but which should I get first in your opinion?

I’ve always wanted one of his pickups, just don’t know which one to get.

I was looking up their chime, but they weren’t popping up. Had to give them mine. They requested the money, and I immediately got a text saying they are requesting the money.

I got nervous. I googled if chime sends texts confirming someone wants to request money. It said no, that chime never texts you about that.

If someone requests money, is it normal for chime to send a text?

So, I’m switching my payee from my mother to my sister. She told me that when we get this settled, I won’t be able to spend the money just willy-nilly. It’s used for personal hygiene products and food. She also said that when we get this done, I’m going to have to stop doing DoorDash.

I’m honestly about to tell everyone that I just want to be taken off of it. Back when I turned 18 (or around that time), me, my mother, and my brother went to SS and did whatever needed to be done at the time. The lady at SS looked at my brother and asked him if he wanted Mom to still receive his money or what. He said no, so he’s not on SS. She looked at me and asked me the same question. I stupidly said yes.

Well, I’ve been thinking off and on about wanting to be taken off of SS. I’m tired of being told that if I want to make money, I have to be careful with how much I make. I’m tired of not even seeing a penny of my SS money. So, what’s the point of even being on it?

What’s the best option?

Have you ever been playing in the city, but get a call that takes you to the county and you get stuck there?

So, me, Dad, and her went to my sister’s house because she and her boyfriend needed some tree branches cut back. Okay, fine. So we go over, Dad takes his pole saw to cut back the branches. We leave, and he leaves his pole saw and, I think, something else at their house.

We go home, I go with him to the semi (he’s an OTR trucker), help him work on the semi. We finish up, go home, he cleans up, then we go to my ex-stepmom’s so he can clean her grill and show her how to use it, I assume.

Okay, back to my sister and the pole saw. We go to her house, and she asks me, “Do you want to go help your dad bring the stuff to the car?” I reply, “Not necessarily.” Dad replies, “He typically doesn’t want to help. That’s just how he is.” (Which she should know this by now).

Well, I think that set her off because she got out of the car kind of pissy to help him. She didn’t say anything to me, but the way she acted makes me feel like I pissed her off by not wanting to help.

And I think they’re trying to work it out. I’m not sure. Dad hasn’t told me anything about his relationship situation in a while or anything, and I can’t really read anything. I’m having a hard time reading their relationship.

I’m confused and upset about how she acted. You get pissy because I reply ‘no’ to your question and then dad tells you ‘he typically doesn’t want to help’? You’ve known me for 20 years, you should know me by now.