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What was your biggest college problem?

Oh, let me count them 😂
I never should have gone to college directly from high school. The undiagnosed ADHD, depression, and anxiety were a lot to deal with alone (without knowing I was dealing with them, of course)… but I also was raised in such a little over protective bubble that I was SO ready to get out of by the time high school ended that I didn’t really concentrate on the education part of my education 🤦‍♀️ I didn’t go as crazy as I could have (I guess anxiety is good for something? I was always too anxious to do anything but cannabis), but still…

I didn’t get my shit together until I got to what was supposed to be my last semester and had to tell my parents I didn’t have enough credits to graduate because I’d dropped quite a few classes. Then I did what I should have done from the beginning - worked full time for a year or two then went back to school part time while still working. Didn’t save my gpa though 😕
 
My kinks run pretty dark so I usually used step one in my "emotional plan" to evaluate. Usually I went ahead and done it anyways not always in the safest way possible but yeah the experience was always worth it even the ones that didn't turn out right.
Well, there is also the factor with experience, there is less risk. obviously some people are more risk adverse, but most people don't take risks they seriously will believe with result in their death. 1st time climbers don't tackle Everest, freeclimbers and parkour folks, don't start 50 stories up. Sure some do screw up, but they believed, based on their experience, the skills they obtained, the could handle it. The things that didn't turn out right were actually the best, not only the experience, but learning what I really can handle, how I can still make it work out in the end. What went sideways made me cockier lol.
 
My family was really fucked up. All their relationships with each other, what they taught us about how to treat family, all kinds of shit, not important. But to this day I always feel like I'm pressing my nose up against the glass, peering in the window to look at "normal" families. My best friend has a relentlessly normal family who some pretty shit things have happened to, and she's probably the main reason that I know that families should be nice to each other, and that shit happens, and you support each other through it, etc. Those things will never seem "normal" to me. Like, my son, we have the best relationship, we enjoy spending time together, but at the same time, on some level, my brain goes, why do you want to spend any time with your mother?

I spent a little time with my father growing up, mostly when he "kidnapped" me from my current foster home. He was not a good guy, drug deal, gang member but he tried to teach me but his ideals on the world were completely warped but I loved him anyways, without the knowledge he had passed on to me I would have been dead long before.
Look back on your time with you family now and realise something there ideals were fucked but without them you would have never learned that things could be better or that they should be. You would have never grown to value the time you do have with your son now even if it does puzzle you more often than not.
I do the same with my stepsons, they aren't my blood, I struggle sometimes to see the connection they see in me. Is it because I remind them of their father or is it because they truly do love me as fucked up as I am?
 
My family was really fucked up. All their relationships with each other, what they taught us about how to treat family, all kinds of shit, not important. But to this day I always feel like I'm pressing my nose up against the glass, peering in the window to look at "normal" families. My best friend has a relentlessly normal family who some pretty shit things have happened to, and she's probably the main reason that I know that families should be nice to each other, and that shit happens, and you support each other through it, etc. Those things will never seem "normal" to me. Like, my son, we have the best relationship, we enjoy spending time together, but at the same time, on some level, my brain goes, why do you want to spend any time with your mother?
I think most normal families, just have better masks, and the actual amount of normal families likely are statistically less that the abnormal ones, so the abnormal ones are the norm, thus many find the normal ones worth staring at.
 
I spent a little time with my father growing up, mostly when he "kidnapped" me from my current foster home. He was not a good guy, drug deal, gang member but he tried to teach me but his ideals on the world were completely warped but I loved him anyways, without the knowledge he had passed on to me I would have been dead long before.
Look back on your time with you family now and realise something there ideals were fucked but without them you would have never learned that things could be better or that they should be. You would have never grown to value the time you do have with your son now even if it does puzzle you more often than not.
I do the same with my stepsons, they aren't my blood, I struggle sometimes to see the connection they see in me. Is it because I remind them of their father or is it because they truly do love me as fucked up as I am?
I think that I've come to do the opposite; that is, I value the time that I had with my family less. Without them...well, you never know what that alternate reality would be. I'm not bitter, because what's the point in that? But let's just say that pretty much all the life things that they taught me have had to be unlearned, and it would have been a lot easier if I hadn't learned them to begin with.

But in a way, I suppose that they're responsible for the relationship that I have with my son. Because when I found out I was pregnant, my absolute first thought was, there cannot be another generation of this kind of shit; I have to figure out how to do things differently.
 
See, that is typical Libra. We will weigh the fuck out of everything and go back and forth and beat it to death and still not decide and then just say fuck it and go with our hearts.
even when I seem crazy and illogical, there is a logic behind it, and possible a full on plan. Not only do I have that Libra analytical factor, I am very INTJ
 
I think the Brady Bunch is the gold standard for what a normal family is. I would love to drag that Jan Brady into the ladies room, bend her over the sink counter in front of all those mirrors and...

Oh, but I digress.


Ben
I always thought of it as a incestuous train wreck lifetime movie just waiting to happen. likely for the same reason.
 
I think that I've come to do the opposite; that is, I value the time that I had with my family less. Without them...well, you never know what that alternate reality would be. I'm not bitter, because what's the point in that? But let's just say that pretty much all the life things that they taught me have had to be unlearned, and it would have been a lot easier if I hadn't learned them to begin with.

But in a way, I suppose that they're responsible for the relationship that I have with my son. Because when I found out I was pregnant, my absolute first thought was, there cannot be another generation of this kind of shit; I have to figure out how to do things differently.
Oh I didn't mean value them, fuck them! No I meant use those fucked up lessons they had for you and reflect on them and do differently like you already have. Use those horrible moments to remind yourself not to live like that for anyone or any reason again. We don't have to love or like a lesson to learn from it.
It would have been easier to have not learnt it for sure I feel the same about all the shit I went through.

But I personally wouldn't change mine, because with out all the hard times and shit I would be a weak inferior version of myself here today.
 
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