My path.
I used to be a happy go lucky person who was admired and loved by many people. I would always put myself over other people by judging them in any way I could. Maybe they were too fat, maybe they were too ugly, but my biggest "pet peeve" was when people were too serious about life and critical of others openly.
I would look at people like that and think "wow, what a garbage human, good thing I never do that". and other ego stroking things like that.
My other "pet peeve" was seeing people my age accidentally getting their girlfriends pregnant and having to live with their consequences.
I said to myself "wow, those people are so stupid, why would they do such a thing." and other things like THAT to stroke my ego.
"I''m so much better than them"
"How stupid could they be? good thing I'M not stupid."
Then one day I went to school and met this beautiful girl. She was everything I wanted in a woman. Kind, sweet, and pretty but this came with a catch. She was very religious and so was her family.
There's a whole amazing story behind this girl and myself, but I'll make it short by saying that we started having sex, but we didn't ever have protection on us "because we were better than having sex". Every time I would go over to her house we would both put on the mask of "we're not going to have sex", but because we were attracted to eachother so much we always ended up doing it.
This girl was very innocent, and I thought she didn't understand what cum was, so when we would have sex I would purposely give myself blue balls as to not freak her out. (This is the level of religiousness I'm talking about).
But as you can probably figure, these situations let to what outcome afterall? Getting pregnant.
I was so disapointed in myself and so scared of what was to come. I thought god had abandoned me, or was playing some awful joke.
I had to accept it. I was now what I once thought was so stupid.
I could hardly live with myself. I beat myself up over how stupid I was. I thought that her family would hate me for indoctrinating her. I tried going around pointing blame on everything other than me.
Her, Her religion, Her parents for not raising her "normally", everything and anything I could think of to blame… Other than myself…
We ended up getting married and had our beautiful child. We lived in a completely different state. I moved there to marry her and raise our child. My car had just broken down, so instead of driving out there with my car, I ended up selling everything I owned and moving to the state with one carryon.
I became a shell of myself. I believed that her family hated me, so I became distant from them, never making conversation. In reality, they never hated me, but I projected that thought onto them from my psyche.
After awhile I started to long for the happy go lucky version of me, but I for some reason couldn't be that way anymore. I was always judging other people for their beliefs contrary to mine, looks contrary to mine, attitudes contrary to mine.
Then I found Q.
I realized that this was real. I saw how Q was trying to "take out the deep state". I knew all the Q proofs by heart and started telling everyone I knew about it.
I made my facebook posts public and started memeing away. Sending my opinions of what I thought was so true to everyone and anyone. Anyone who combated me was either an idiot or a shill.
I then started to peel back some layers that made me believe Q was something to be feared.
I looked through the Jew stuff and even though I never had absolute proof played out before my own eyes, I believed through circumstantial evidence that the Jews were behind everything. If you fought me on my stance, then you were either an idiot or a shill.
I looked through Gematria. This further established my belief system that jews were behind everything bad.
I saw the symbolism that freemasons and other "secret society" groups used and didn't understand it. Because I didn't understand it, it was scary to me. I became fixated on figuring out what this symbolism really meant.