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In article <XnsB14FC817ED6EDReallyNotChad@135.181.20.170>, Chadweasel274
@zoho.com says...
> 
> Beefaroni Boy AKA John Henry is stone fucking batshit. 
> 
> Beefy was due for a crash, looks like this is it.
> 
> "Beefy: An open apology to everybody:"
> 
> I'm sorry I've been pretty distant, uncommunicative, and unresponsive to
> DMs and e-mails and other "personal" correspondence. I've been exhausted
> beyond comprehension since I was about six years old." 
> 
> That's his excuse for stringing the sheep along all this time? Acoording
> to Beefy, all the mooching and molesting of family members can be traced
> back to Beefy being tired since he was six years old! Imagine that! 
> 
> Know that's really tired? His lame excuses! What a drama queen!
> 
> "Beefy: Try to imagine the pressure that it puts on a little kid to be
> constantly told from the time they first set foot in a learning
> environment that they're not just "bright" but world-class exceptional,
> a preordained Great Person freshly minted and expected to be the savior
> of the adults who were supposed to be teaching you. "Why, your IQ is
> higher than [long list of famous intellects]! You could SAVE THE WORLD
> with a mind like that!" ("IQ" meant a lot more in 1975 than it does
> now.)" 
> 
> It's OK, Beefy. A lot of high school dropouts started exactly that way!
> So how is that saving the world thing going these days? 
> 
> I shouldn't ask? OK then. I hope it's OK that I continue to mock you as
> a minimum of what a daughter-molesting scumbag deserves for starters. 
> 
> "Beefy: Then you spend the rest of their lives trying to prevent them
> from doing just that because you're afraid it'll cost you money or lower
> your social status. Unless you are that kid, you can't imagine that.
> Try to imagine what it's like to be six, seven, eight years old and
> having fully qualified professional adults looking at you like you're a
> cross between Jesus and Superman. DAILY. Unless you are that kid, you
> can't imagine that." 
> 
> You know what happens? People grow up and get their heads out of comic
> books and get on with life without abusing drugs, mooching and molesting
> family members. 
> 
> Most people do. But Beefy is special!
> 
> "Beefy: Try to imagine what it feels like when you realize that adults
> don't just adore you for being cute but they're also more than a little
> bit scared of you and sometimes you say things that shock or startle or
> confuse or recalibrate some bit of information they thought they had a
> handle on, and it hits them hard enough that they can't quite succeed in
> not letting you see they're also afraid of you. Nearly terrified
> sometimes. You can't imagine that, unless you are that kid.
> There are four or five people reading this page who know that I'm sure
> of, and probably two dozen more that I don't personally know about.
> Maybe a thousand or so of us nationwide, born in the years 1968-1972,
> know. Older or younger, even if you've got the gifts the environment in
> which they were nurtured (or not) was different. Try to get your head
> around what it's like to be in second grade and having all the adults
> around you telling you that you're a "natural born leader" and expecting
> you to exert influence on your peers to help guide THEM, when you have
> no guidance yourself and it becomes more clear every day that the list
> of people even qualified to try is vanishingly small. Plus of course all
> your peers think you're a weirdo and a reject because they're all normal
> kids and you're a exceptional adult mind trapped in a kid's body and
> lacking adult life experience, and you ARE a weirdo and a reject because
> all that stuff in your head doesn't really lend itself to social
> conformity and meanwhile you're just hoping to get through recess
> without wetting your pants. You can't understand that, unless you are
> that kid." 
> 
> Let's create a whole new DSM-IV for Beefy!
> 
> "Beefy Messiah Syndrome"
> 
> Sounds good to me!
> 
> "Beefy: There are many ways to abuse children, and the vast majority of
> them involve abusers who have convinced themselves that abuse is
> beneficial to the abused." 
> 
> Which member of your family are we talking about this time?
> 
> "Beefy: People like me are extraordinarily lucky to have an occasional
> mentor or "trusted adult" around once in a while. When a kid like me
> gets to be an adult like me, the list is almost non-existent. Somehow
> you have to figure out - on your own - how to tap in to whatever that
> thing is you were born with and make it useful and powerful and
> effective as one small part of the ongoing evolution and progress of the
> species. You were given a GIFT, you were BLESSED, you are EXCEPTIONAL,
> and there's no greater sin, no greater crime, no greater insult to the
> fact of your own existence, than to fail to apply that to improving the
> general conditions of humankind. Mere success is not an option. You must
> exceed all normal human expectation and save as much of the species as
> you can in the process. When you're done with that, learn to deal with
> and heal from an otherwise radically dysfunctional childhood filled with
> the kind of abuse that even to this moment many people insist isn't
> abuse at all but merely "discipline" or "tough love" or "character
> building." And the only real gratification you get is watching the world
> slowly and begrudgingly swing around to your way of thinking in your
> lifetime, even though they don't have any idea of you at all. Even
> though they sneer at you if you even try to remind them that "you've
> been trying to tell them all along." Even while they'll make money
> directly stealing your work while agitating the rest of the world to
> despise you and believe you aren't capable of anything that anyone would
> care about while you starve. There are no vacations or days off from
> being who you are. I can't imagine how much more difficult it must be
> for that slim percentage of my fellow "gifteds" who are also ethnic
> minorities, or women, or LGBTQ+, and having all THAT crap dumped on them
> by society as well as having to deal with everything else. How to make
> your way through life as one of us...that's not a thing anyone can
> teach, because there aren't enough of us to create enough common
> experience to write a step-by-step. You can only learn these things
> externally in broad generalities; the up-close stuff only comes through
> often bitter and painful (and also often ecstatic and transcendent!)
> experience." 
> 
> It's another Beefy Pity Party! Send money!
> 
> "Beefy: That's mostly where my head's been since I left Michigan. Trying
> to figure out, now that I've got so many things sorted and cleared and
> understood and overcome, how to most effectively apply the time I've got
> left to making my existence a positive factor in the long-term survival
> of the species...and also have a day to day life. It'd be nice to think
> I'll be partnered again before I die, hard to get there when you never
> socialize. And so on. Consequently my bandwidth for the rest of life has
> been extra limited. Every little thing feels enormous and fraught with
> intense significance. Every decision feels existential. Every task feels
> monumental. I'm working four part-time days this week and it feels like
> eight tens. So if you feel like I'm just not the same old JH or haven't
> been around much or feel a bit detached toward things lately, that's
> why. I'll get there. Thanks for sticking around for the quiet, boring
> part of the ride, and extra love for all of you who have helped and are
> helping to keep my carcass from rotting while I upgrade my internal
> infrastructure." 
> 
> So no content for a while? I'm shocked. My GAWD, four whole days and
> it's (gasp!) part time? Such a burden! 
> 
> Go back to your porn, Beefy.

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