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Originally Posted by sierraAZ
Didn't you think Hell was somewhere else and it turned out to be here?
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Well, at first I was exposed to the idea that Hell was some very warm Sandals Resort for lepers located roughly in the center of the Earth. That was when I was about 4 or 5 years old.
By the time I was about 10, Hell had turned into being laughed at for being a "husky" kid.
When I started studying martial arts at 12, Hell was my Sifu when he wasn't happy with my techniques.
16 - When Donna Salerno said "no" to a date.
17 - When Donna Salerno said "no" to oral sex.
18 - When Donna Salerno said "no" to a three-way.
18 - I moved to Greenwich Village - there were actually a couple of clubs named "Hell", all of which bore a striking resemblance to a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
18-27 - Certain college and acupuncture school classes
28 - Getting married (although this was a Stealth Hell - couldn't even see it at the time)
30 - First son born - I looked at the world around me and was scared for him
40 - Second son born - I looked at the world around me and was scared for him
52 - Still looking at 2 infractions listed on my profile on C-D - kind of like being forced to view and re-enact one's sins for all of eternity.
So yeah, Hell for me seems to change locations on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes it's a major shift, other times barely perceptible. But it's always there - indeed, it HAS to be, to balance out all of my Heavens.