I was brought up in terror
Where if I didn't follow a long and very complex list or rules, many of which contradicted each other, then my soul would be sent to the firey pits of hell for eternity, where I would know nothing but torture for the rest of time. Coupled with this it was reasonable to assume that any wayward behaviour would also directly impact me on an immediate basis - sins would be dealt with swiftly and harshly, and if I even THOUGHT about sex, let alone "played with myself" or touched a girl before we were married, then I was as good as dead.

Imagine my relief on discovering that all of life and existence is just a meaningless coincidence with no purpose whatsoever other than the begetting of my own ego!
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:50, 4 replies)

Are you dead?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 13:41, closed)

In a way, Monster Munch, I am, yes.
In a way, we are all dead.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 14:08, closed)

I was OK with you being dead, but this,
this is just depressing
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 16:15, closed)

You must have gone to catholic school too.

( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Thu 20 Dec 2012, 16:56, closed)