I think I've overcome my fear of death. I'm only in my mid 20s but have stressed over the thought of dying since middle school. Growing up in a pretty strict religious household made thinking from different perspectives difficult. Now though, I'm 99% ok with death being the final curtain.
I've started to appreciate the idea that everything that is came from random chance. There's a certain beauty to that; improbable circumstances turned into something beautiful.
The 1% thing I still get compulsive thoughts about is how all my skill sets and the things I learned will mean nothing once I'm 6 feet under. The second that blankness starts, all the things I've learned and loved ceases to exit.
I'm drunk as fuck so I hope what I said is comprehensible. >feels thread too
I've been fucking cursed. someone that practices black magick has been hexing me and spites me.
ever since I met this guy, he's been a fucking weirdo and I had a string of bad luck ever since.
I tried LSD with him, and he did a tarot card reading on me. next thing I noticed is my PERSONAL knives go missing and I believe he took them because he was the only one in the car.
he also said in our trips after taking nitrous oxide that he cursed some people and he has powers as a shaman.
the fact is, I think I pissed him off and he retaliated by placing a fucking curse on me. ever since then I lost my fucking job, got into drugs, and could never get interviews despite by stellar gpa nd references.
how do I counter this curse? should I confront him about it?
Oh and I didn't say. You're welcome (how rude of me)
The other thing to realize is that this guy, if he really did curse you or put black magic on you, he invited the same thing on himself. Never go into rituals and magic shit trying to hurt someone else, it always comes back to you. Karma's a bitch. So instead of wishing anything bad on dude, realize that he fucked himself over too. If anything you should feel sorry for him (and glad that you're absorbing the energy with a black candle, you don't want to mess with reflecting it back on him. Not worth it)
fuck all of you that are mocking me telling me to kill myself, calling me a drug addict, telling me to get a job.
I'm doing the mirror ritual and casting my curse onto you guys. fuck you. only one that is spared are the ones that helped me or that reply to this post saying "I'm sorry op, I wish you good luck" otherwise expect serious misfortune your way
>be me >steal shipping containers of potato chips from cargo holds >go to grocery store >bring portable sonic cannon >go to snack food isle >use weapon to shatter all the chips in their bags into dust >return to lair >corner the chip market on a ridiculous markup >mfw
mine is simple enough to barely warrant greentext, but...
>hire suicidal people >tell them they get some financial compensation to travel and do some very minor work for an organization studying theft >they get free vacation >they get decoy wallets/valuables >tell them not to pursue, act normal if/when their walletsdelongings are stolen >required to briefly visit POOR parts of the resorts they visit >get shit stolen >come back without belongings >belongings were filled/covered/coated with anthrax >wipe out scum that deserves it
It's wildly indirect and ineffective, but I love the effort just for an insane laugh, and isn't that what being a supervillain is about?