Does being poor build better character than being born rich?

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I eventually… hung out with people way older than me. When I was 15 I was hanging out with 25 year olds etc.

When we arrived in buttfuckingly demonic degenerate fucking Blenheim. I got bullied pretty heavily for being a know it all smart ass, because the education system in Canada felt like it was a couple years ahead of NZs education system.

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Is fucking disgusting. Tribal,

Darwinistic pride,

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By the time I made it to intermediate I would have literally 17–18 kids during recess following me around abusing me. By form 2. I started getting a bit violent. In third form I was put in A band, by that time I was spiritually fucked. Going from a perfect world… to something that was just so selfish and narcissistic and I fucking didn’t understand what I was doing wrong.

They had this old farm area called O’neils farm. Where we would walk dogs etc…

Well, I grew up with a single mother, who was basically working class.

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And we got along great. Some of them told me. They often had fires at the beach… and occasionally said things like…

A few months later, a kid farted in my face in front of the English teacher… and I said… poo you stink cunt, or something like that.

I went to the… cool kids parties and got a long fine.. but then I went to the ‘greasy’ kids parties for some bongs and beers.

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They got married like 6 months later, and we moved on the day after Halloween to New Zealand. I remember going trick or treating as the grim reaper… and really cut up I’m moving from my perfect little world.

‘Bro you got my back though aye?’ To a few others at this party.

I obviously adore New Zealand in many ways, and that is because the hood isn’t as racist here like other places.

Hello, I have a question about astral projection. I started to get interested in this a little while after my mum passed in april. I thought I may be able to see her and speak with her if I managed to achieve astral projection. Since this interest, every time i sleep on my back I go into sleep paralysis. However, I cant progress into astral projection because it is very scary for me as I feel like I'm suffocating when this happens. I panic and force myself to wake up. This only ever happened about once a year before this. It sometimes lasts a long time. This has happened about 3 times per week since my mum died, as mentioned on a previous post. I no longer try to go into it anymore(due to the suffocating feeling), but it still happens. I read that sleep paralysis is the pathway to astral projection. Why has this started to happen so frequently since simply taking an interest in it? Is this connected to the afterlife? I am concerned about it as I now cannot seem to stop this happening. Could it be my mum trying to communicate? Im asking due to more knowledge around this in this group.

When the adults were a bit drunk, and it was getting late… i basically announced publicly that my mother is single and she got extremely embarrassed.

And when I went back to St Andrew’s I saw… that multimillionaire Americans had converted O’Neils farm, to be full of modern style houses. While the rest of the village were basically 200+ years old. They fucking, ruined the image of St Andrew’s.💲💲

And need to ask for back up.

Why cant I breathe when I sleep on my back, I can breathe if im on my side or stomach but I feel uncomfortable since either my neck is twisted or my back is in pain, im physically healthy and my surroundings are clean so whats the problem?

And he went into the kitchen I listened to what he said…

What a fucking retard. Be 30 kg heavier than me…

Niggers will always be slaves.

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I basically had the perfect childhood. I was friends with everyone, I was happy and I was a really good kid.

What a pu💲💲y.

Darwinistic… divisive bullshit.

I’ve often wondered why fans aren’t deployed on GBBO during warm weather? I’ve seen too many desserts melt (and bakers too…). (I live in Pompano Beach and we try to use fans in lieu of AC as much as possible).

So anyway, this big ugly brute, I lost my temper with..

I ended up being a little bit hood, because… society fucked me so much… and I lost trust in people.

When I was 17, I went back to my home town… and got spiritually fucked. I ran into most of my old friends…

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There was a couple guys there I didn’t recognise… pretty big guys. Heavier than me..

I was getting kicked out of classes, for things other kids were doing, because for example the science teacher, thought it was socially funny to only get the class clown in trouble. Because obviously I was a smart ass.

And I didn’t understand, Why all the middle class kids hated me. I don’t really understand. The girls were mean, the boys were mean… and the teachers were mean.

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I basically had to leave, because I was gonna get expelled…

Randomly… one of them says…

And I sat back down after I had told him don’t be a dumb fucking racist in front of me.

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

They had a thing in this small village called TGIF, where a lot of the villages adults would go have a little party and get together. During our neighbours, who were… I dunno Anglican Christian’s, (they were really cool people)

We lived for a couple years in a small village called St Andrew’s by the Sea in New Brunswick Canada.

Me and me ma, are sitting there and there is this Scottish guy, that is really funny and hangs out with the kids, making jokes and being a really great guy.

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