nitestar95

nitestar95 t1_jego1cv wrote

I was running out of money, and had to sell my car to pay my tuition. One of the doctors found out, and gave me one of his old cars, so I didn't have to ride my motorcycle through the winter and wind up freezing my butt off, not to mention likely have an accident in the snow.

His generosity made a long term difference; once out of school, I have given away every car, instead of selling it or trading it in. As the time to get my new car got closer, I would carefully ask around to see who really needed one, but couldn't afford it. Oh, I'd ask if they 'won' a car, could they afford the upkeep and insurance, to make sure I wasn't causing a hardship on them. Once I was sure, I would just give them the keys, and the title. And tell them to transfer the title and do all the paperwork when they could.... and to pay it forward some day if they could, and help someone else that needed something that they didn't have.

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nitestar95 t1_iufkvc1 wrote

Was given them in primary school, middle school, high school mainly because I kept doing well on the tests but kept just barely passing my classes (because I didn't like being there, basically, refused to do homework since I could pass the tests, so why do homework? But teachers don't like that, of course. The counselor couldn't understand why I didn't want to do well in school 'to make my parents happy'.). Also in college, when I was quite depressed and went to my psych professor to talk about my life, and during discussions the topic came up so she asked if I would take one with her. Same result, 164. As far as I can tell, I am good at problem solving, but simply don't care much to do anything with that. My problem, was that I was molested when young, over the developmental years became convinced by my abuser that I was supposed to be a girl, but as I got older found out that was incorrect but still had feelings and behaviors that leaned towards transgender. Not being gay, I couldn't find a girl who was interested in a not exactly masculine boy like me. So I was almost always alone. My conclusion was, well, if I'm so smart, how come I can't figure out my own life? I had studied everything I could about sexuality, gender, read everything I could get my hands on, but had no solution for my situation. So I figured I can't be that smart, if I can figure out anything else, except the problem that screws up my own life.

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