I don't understand the young people around here. I guess that's why I refuse to be one.
The things I don't understand about them are enough for several blogs, so for now I'm going to focus on one thing: their reactions to me.
I freely admit I stand out like a sore thumb. At around 6'4" I'm always one of the taller guys around, and weighing only about 150 lbs, I can be an interesting sight. I'm also the only guy around here who loves the 1950s, to the point that I usually look like I stepped out of one of those cheap movies they churned out back then like "Hot Rod Gang" or "High School Hellcats."
I would say that's the reason for them thinking of me the way they do, but things were this way even before I got so pronounced with the coconut oil and western shirts. Young mothers see me coming in the grocery store and move their children between themselves and the shelves, as if I am going to snatch up their child and pull their soul out of their snotty little nose. Never mind that the kids usually seem to like me. One even mentioned something about dressing like me for Halloween.
But it's not just protective mothers. Even single people of my own age and younger seem to think I'm someone to be feared. A young lady informed me the other day that I "think about violence 24/7." I did not know this about myself, but despite the fact that she's around me for maybe 10 minutes a day at work, felt confident enough to make this statement (It isn't true, by the way; at some point I also think about drinking and fucking
)
It seems that I could save 23 children from a burning orphanage, stop an evil corporation from bulldozing an animal shelter, and develop a cure for diabetes, cancer, and the common cold, and they would still act as if I killed Mother Theresa at the Wailing Wall.
I don't really get it, but hey, whatever makes them happy, I guess. As I'm sure I'll end up writing, most of them are raging morons, anyway.
The things I don't understand about them are enough for several blogs, so for now I'm going to focus on one thing: their reactions to me.
I freely admit I stand out like a sore thumb. At around 6'4" I'm always one of the taller guys around, and weighing only about 150 lbs, I can be an interesting sight. I'm also the only guy around here who loves the 1950s, to the point that I usually look like I stepped out of one of those cheap movies they churned out back then like "Hot Rod Gang" or "High School Hellcats."
I would say that's the reason for them thinking of me the way they do, but things were this way even before I got so pronounced with the coconut oil and western shirts. Young mothers see me coming in the grocery store and move their children between themselves and the shelves, as if I am going to snatch up their child and pull their soul out of their snotty little nose. Never mind that the kids usually seem to like me. One even mentioned something about dressing like me for Halloween.
But it's not just protective mothers. Even single people of my own age and younger seem to think I'm someone to be feared. A young lady informed me the other day that I "think about violence 24/7." I did not know this about myself, but despite the fact that she's around me for maybe 10 minutes a day at work, felt confident enough to make this statement (It isn't true, by the way; at some point I also think about drinking and fucking
)
It seems that I could save 23 children from a burning orphanage, stop an evil corporation from bulldozing an animal shelter, and develop a cure for diabetes, cancer, and the common cold, and they would still act as if I killed Mother Theresa at the Wailing Wall.
I don't really get it, but hey, whatever makes them happy, I guess. As I'm sure I'll end up writing, most of them are raging morons, anyway.