i don't know if I've ever talked about this on here, but I'm straight up weird. This disorder seemed to be under control until the fantastically intelligent young woman I am seeing managed to drag it out of me. The following will be a summation of some of the reasons that I am strange.
1. Probably the oddest. I take major issue with certain phrases and or words and their current usage versus their actual meaning, as well as in what way the use of different terms to describe the same thing have had an impact on society's perception of aforementioned object. Namely; "guy" I hate the term guy. its a catch all for anyone of my gender, between the ages of 13 or so and 50 or so. it means nothing, the man/boy dynamic is lost from "guy" there's no maturity level indicated, there's nothing indicative of accomplishment or independence, you're just "a guy"
sub beef with "guy": "nice guy" I hate this term, because the phrase "nice guy," while I may at some times be considered one, has the connotation of wimp, spineless and gutless. A real man will do and be everything that a "nice guy" is and does, but without the "man" noun, a guy is just...eh, a guy. if this makes little to no sense, I apologize.
B. "Blue-Collar"
To your average american, the phrase blue collar will automatically invoke the names and/or likenesses of the "blue collar comedy" comedians. Last time I checked, blue collar didn't mean dumbass racist hick redneck from the trailer park, it mean hard-working men and women who are proud of themselves and the work that they do. It infuriates me and I refuse to watch or listen or pay attention to anything that portrays blue collar in that manner.
those are my two latest, there are many others, but for the sake of your eyes and attentionspans, i'll rest on those, and proceed to other reasons why I'm weird.
2. I firmly believe in an armed socialist ideologic revolution. It will happen at some point in my lifetime, I don't doubt this.
3. I can't take a compliment to save my life. I showed my lady friend this story that I'd written, and I didn't think it was all that great, even though my entire class had liked it. she loved it and kept telling me that it was great, I refused to believe her and wouldn't take the compliment directly. I know in my heart that she liked it, but I can't for the life of me accept it in my brain.
4. I can carry on an intelligent, serious conversation completely shitfaced. completely. I drank almost a liter of whiskey in the space of a couple hours or so last friday, and then an hour or so after I finished, I began to have the "relationship" talk with my lady friend. I did so well that she didn't believe that I was drunk until I weaved back and forth when I got up to go to the bathroom.
5. I've always thought that I was a completely open person, that I wore everything on my sleeve and put it all out there. This, evidently, is not true. I let people know what I think of them and how I feel abotu what is going on, but thats about it. I've long interpreted this to mean that I'm a fairly simple person, even though I know I'm fairly intelligent. My lady friend made a comment last night about me being an onion, with layers upon layers to peel back. I didn't believe her for an hour or so, but she convinced me, or rather, I allowed myself to admit that there might be more than meets the eye. I realized that I had allowed her to see more of me, and more levelsof me, than I've ever let anyone see, including my immediate family.
6.I can see almost every side of any argument. Not only that, I can find the logic and find myself nearly agreeing with soemthing that is quite opposite of what I believe. There are things that I hold fast to, I couldn't name them as beliefs, but they've been settled into categories of "right, not right, how I roll, and not how I roll" quite simple, but it has to be, because thats the only way that I can instinctually react to anything.
now that you all know how strange I am, i'm gonna quit writing.
and don't call it a comeback
1. Probably the oddest. I take major issue with certain phrases and or words and their current usage versus their actual meaning, as well as in what way the use of different terms to describe the same thing have had an impact on society's perception of aforementioned object. Namely; "guy" I hate the term guy. its a catch all for anyone of my gender, between the ages of 13 or so and 50 or so. it means nothing, the man/boy dynamic is lost from "guy" there's no maturity level indicated, there's nothing indicative of accomplishment or independence, you're just "a guy"
sub beef with "guy": "nice guy" I hate this term, because the phrase "nice guy," while I may at some times be considered one, has the connotation of wimp, spineless and gutless. A real man will do and be everything that a "nice guy" is and does, but without the "man" noun, a guy is just...eh, a guy. if this makes little to no sense, I apologize.
B. "Blue-Collar"
To your average american, the phrase blue collar will automatically invoke the names and/or likenesses of the "blue collar comedy" comedians. Last time I checked, blue collar didn't mean dumbass racist hick redneck from the trailer park, it mean hard-working men and women who are proud of themselves and the work that they do. It infuriates me and I refuse to watch or listen or pay attention to anything that portrays blue collar in that manner.
those are my two latest, there are many others, but for the sake of your eyes and attentionspans, i'll rest on those, and proceed to other reasons why I'm weird.
2. I firmly believe in an armed socialist ideologic revolution. It will happen at some point in my lifetime, I don't doubt this.
3. I can't take a compliment to save my life. I showed my lady friend this story that I'd written, and I didn't think it was all that great, even though my entire class had liked it. she loved it and kept telling me that it was great, I refused to believe her and wouldn't take the compliment directly. I know in my heart that she liked it, but I can't for the life of me accept it in my brain.
4. I can carry on an intelligent, serious conversation completely shitfaced. completely. I drank almost a liter of whiskey in the space of a couple hours or so last friday, and then an hour or so after I finished, I began to have the "relationship" talk with my lady friend. I did so well that she didn't believe that I was drunk until I weaved back and forth when I got up to go to the bathroom.
5. I've always thought that I was a completely open person, that I wore everything on my sleeve and put it all out there. This, evidently, is not true. I let people know what I think of them and how I feel abotu what is going on, but thats about it. I've long interpreted this to mean that I'm a fairly simple person, even though I know I'm fairly intelligent. My lady friend made a comment last night about me being an onion, with layers upon layers to peel back. I didn't believe her for an hour or so, but she convinced me, or rather, I allowed myself to admit that there might be more than meets the eye. I realized that I had allowed her to see more of me, and more levelsof me, than I've ever let anyone see, including my immediate family.
6.I can see almost every side of any argument. Not only that, I can find the logic and find myself nearly agreeing with soemthing that is quite opposite of what I believe. There are things that I hold fast to, I couldn't name them as beliefs, but they've been settled into categories of "right, not right, how I roll, and not how I roll" quite simple, but it has to be, because thats the only way that I can instinctually react to anything.
now that you all know how strange I am, i'm gonna quit writing.
and don't call it a comeback
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melladoree:
meeks:
well....it all melted by afternoon...but it brings hope for the season!