Decide to listen to all of these "spiritual teachers" who talk about letting go of judgement, and "raising muh vibration" or some bullshit.
Consciously start to let go of the anger, the hate, the resentment. To "go with the flow" and trust the universe. Everything happens for a reason, maybe.
12 hours later, (new) house gets attacked, again. Find out that my life might be in danger due to the actions of another, again. Family immediately segue this into "This is all your fault, you are the problem. We are the victims here", as always. All of my plans to actually try to have a nice time immediately fall through, again.
So what am I missing here? I'd really like to know. Am I not loving the smackheads who smashed my gate enough? Do I need to thank my noise nuisance neighbours for being unique children of "god" and living their best lives? Have I not been thankful enough for my life being ruined by my illness? Am I not being enough of a fucking cuck?
I am getting really sick of all this, and beginning to think that [you people] are just as full of shit as [they] are; if there's actually any difference between [you]. I mean, it's clear that "thou shalt not lie" doesn't apply to dealing with the cattle on this fucking prison-farm; hell, maybe [you]'ve revealed [your] method with all of the "Trump is the antichrist" memes. Maybe my "gift" is just enough of a sop to get me to The End with enough hope for me to serve as a tool for [your] end game - and some interdimensional cunts will have a good laugh at the comic-relief's pointless dreams when it's all over. I mean, as above, so below, right? Everyone's always hated me down here, so why should it be any different up there.
Why should the end be any different to the beginning or the middle?
This is all just a game - you said so yourself, so do any of us cattle even matter?
Is ALL of it just bullshit?
Oh, and what was that you said about "god" not hating me?