Quote:Watch 5 minutes of any real housewife program and you'll lose any hope.
Hey now...watching those shows will make you feel better about yourself and your family!! You'll realize that y'all aren't as crazy as you think you might be!!
Quote:Fancy words for "natives"?
Not specific enough. I might end up with an INM.
Quote:Hey now...watching those shows will make you feel better about yourself and your family!! You'll realize that y'all aren't as crazy as you think you might be!!
There's crazy and there's fake. The real housewives are anything but. Completely staged.
Quote:There's crazy and there's fake. The real housewives are anything but. Completely staged.
Even fake crazy makes you feel better!! Especially if you have crazy in your family! :thumbsup:
I have a confession to make; I am admitting that the world has passed me by. It has "moved on" as Roland of the White might say.
For all of my adult life, I have never paid much attention, nor given much credence to rumors and talk. The things people say are just words, hot air being pushed out in a specific way by another human. What are words really worth, other than to woo a woman? And that particular effort was focused on myself alone, and was not intended to change the world in any meaningful way.
I learned early on, through an amalgam of the lessons of the schoolyard and the young teen's workplace, that to focus on rumors and what peers said would only lead to ruin. I was never popular in school although I was noticed. I tried very hard to be popular but I realized that my hyperactivity and sense of humor was simply not going to let that happen. Once I realized this, I started watching the "popular" crowd and noticed that instead of taking risks and making stands, what they would do is sit and wait. They would be cool - and what better alternative term for "cool" exists other than "unaffected"? - and then when someone said something dumb or irrational, they would lash out. It's not abnormal and I'm sure it's been that way forever, but it struck me as odd. In order to fit in, they pushed others out.
I'm not judging them, especially since I wanted to be one of them but I did realize that it was not the life for me. I'm too active, I'm too hyper, I like to talk too much to ever be considered cool, and what use were those words anyway if they were to be summarily dismissed? So I took the stance that words didn't really matter, actions mattered. How people treated you and the things they did for you mattered. It comes across as holier than thou I guess, but it was an amazing truth to me. And what good is talking if you won't risk saying something stupid every once in a while? Why have your words held to such a strict standard of who you are? Not that we can say anything we want, but if you're afraid of saying something dumb, you may never think of something smart. Not incidentally, the "don't listen to rumors" strategy served me very well in the Service. Boot Camp is nothing more than a mental and social exercise regime where all kinds of pressures are applied.
Now that I've prattled on, let me get to my point; it seems as if the adult world has fallen back into the same style as my school days. What people say is considered "power" or even a lack thereof. What people post on Twitter is considered "important" and if you can't say something clever, just go attack somebody for no real good reason.
That's the world that I thought I had grown past and had put behind me; now it seems as if I'm the one behind. But that's okay, I'll just be here saying dumb things and being a little too loud and remembering to laugh at myself every once in a while. While you guys are in the real world, drop me a line every now and again would you? I enjoy talking to you.
Quote:I have a confession to make; I am admitting that the world has passed me by. It has "moved on" as Roland of the White might say.
For all of my adult life, I have never paid much attention, nor given much credence to rumors and talk. The things people say are just words, hot air being pushed out in a specific way by another human. What are words really worth, other than to woo a woman? And that particular effort was focused on myself alone, and was not intended to change the world in any meaningful way.
I learned early on, through an amalgam of the lessons of the schoolyard and the young teen's workplace, that to focus on rumors and what peers said would only lead to ruin. I was never popular in school although I was noticed. I tried very hard to be popular but I realized that my hyperactivity and sense of humor was simply not going to let that happen. Once I realized this, I started watching the "popular" crowd and noticed that instead of taking risks and making stands, what they would do is sit and wait. They would be cool - and what better alternative term for "cool" exists other than "unaffected"? - and then when someone said something dumb or irrational, they would lash out. It's not abnormal and I'm sure it's been that way forever, but it struck me as odd. In order to fit in, they pushed others out.
I'm not judging them, especially since I wanted to be one of them but I did realize that it was not the life for me. I'm too active, I'm too hyper, I like to talk to much to ever be considered cool, and what use were those words anyway if they were to be summarily dismissed? So I took the stance that words didn't really matter, actions mattered. How people treated you and the things they did for you mattered. It comes across as holier than thou I guess, but it was an amazing truth to me. And what good is talking if you won't risk saying something stupid every once in a while? Why have your words held to such a strict standard of who you are? Not that we can say anything we want, but if you're afraid of saying something dumb, you may never think of something smart. Not incidentally, the "don't listen to rumors" strategy served me very well in the Service. Boot Camp is nothing more than a mental and social exercise regime where all kinds of pressures are applied.
Now that I've prattled on, let me get to my point; it seems as if the adult world has fallen back into the same style as my school days. What people say is considered "power" or even a lack thereof. What people post on Twitter is considered "important" and if you can't say something clever, just go attack somebody for no real good reason.
That's the world that I thought I had grown past and had put behind me; now it seems as if I'm the one behind. But that's okay, I'll just be here saying dumb things and being a little too loud and remembering to laugh at myself every once in a while. While you guys are in the real world, drop me a line every now and again would you? I enjoy talking to you.
This is like, you know, soooo deep. Are you in the chess club, or something?
Quote:This is like, you know, soooo deep. Are you in the chess club, or something?
I'm thinking he was a debate team groupie.
Quote:I'm thinking he was a debate team groupie.
Yeah. You could always see what color socks he was wearing.
All those words made my brain hurt.
Quote:This is like, you know, soooo deep. Are you in the chess club, or something?
Quote:I'm thinking he was a debate team groupie.
Quote:Yeah. You could always see what color socks he was wearing.
No, I wasn't a nerd per se just a wannabe. I knew not to wear white socks and made sure that my pants were always long enough. I had a Member's Only jacket and I wore Vans when appropriate and had the requisite collection of OP shirts. I was just loud, and non stop, and too happy. And way too affected. I cared what people thought and what they said.
After way too many moments of humiliation, I just figured that I needed to learn to ignore what people said and still maintain the idea that it's good to laugh at yourself every once in a while.
I guess I'm just lamenting the fact that it seems to not be okay to have a sense of humor about yourself and how goofy you can be.
Quote:No, I wasn't a nerd per se just a wannabe. I knew not to wear white socks and made sure that my pants were always long enough. I had a Member's Only jacket and I wore Vans when appropriate and had the requisite collection of OP shirts. I was just loud, and non stop, and too happy. And way too affected. I cared what people thought and what they said.
After way too many moments of humiliation, I just figured that I needed to learn to ignore what people said and still maintain the idea that it's good to laugh at yourself every once in a while.
I guess I'm just lamenting the fact that it seems to not be okay to have a sense of humor about yourself and how goofy you can be.
Quote:I have a confession to make; I am admitting that the world has passed me by. It has "moved on" as Roland of the White might say.
For all of my adult life, I have never paid much attention, nor given much credence to rumors and talk. The things people say are just words, hot air being pushed out in a specific way by another human. What are words really worth, other than to woo a woman? And that particular effort was focused on myself alone, and was not intended to change the world in any meaningful way.
I learned early on, through an amalgam of the lessons of the schoolyard and the young teen's workplace, that to focus on rumors and what peers said would only lead to ruin. I was never popular in school although I was noticed. I tried very hard to be popular but I realized that my hyperactivity and sense of humor was simply not going to let that happen. Once I realized this, I started watching the "popular" crowd and noticed that instead of taking risks and making stands, what they would do is sit and wait. They would be cool - and what better alternative term for "cool" exists other than "unaffected"? - and then when someone said something dumb or irrational, they would lash out. It's not abnormal and I'm sure it's been that way forever, but it struck me as odd. In order to fit in, they pushed others out.
I'm not judging them, especially since I wanted to be one of them but I did realize that it was not the life for me. I'm too active, I'm too hyper, I like to talk to much to ever be considered cool, and what use were those words anyway if they were to be summarily dismissed? So I took the stance that words didn't really matter, actions mattered. How people treated you and the things they did for you mattered. It comes across as holier than thou I guess, but it was an amazing truth to me. And what good is talking if you won't risk saying something stupid every once in a while? Why have your words held to such a strict standard of who you are? Not that we can say anything we want, but if you're afraid of saying something dumb, you may never think of something smart. Not incidentally, the "don't listen to rumors" strategy served me very well in the Service. Boot Camp is nothing more than a mental and social exercise regime where all kinds of pressures are applied.
Now that I've prattled on, let me get to my point; it seems as if the adult world has fallen back into the same style as my school days. What people say is considered "power" or even a lack thereof. What people post on Twitter is considered "important" and if you can't say something clever, just go attack somebody for no real good reason.
That's the world that I thought I had grown past and had put behind me; now it seems as if I'm the one behind. But that's okay, I'll just be here saying dumb things and being a little too loud and remembering to laugh at myself every once in a while. While you guys are in the real world, drop me a line every now and again would you? I enjoy talking to you.
I felt that way in school too...until my boobs came in. :woot:
You should have started wearing boobs! You'd have been way more popular!!
Quote:I have a confession to make; I am admitting that the world has passed me by. It has "moved on" as Roland of the White might say.
For all of my adult life, I have never paid much attention, nor given much credence to rumors and talk. The things people say are just words, hot air being pushed out in a specific way by another human. What are words really worth, other than to woo a woman? And that particular effort was focused on myself alone, and was not intended to change the world in any meaningful way.
I learned early on, through an amalgam of the lessons of the schoolyard and the young teen's workplace, that to focus on rumors and what peers said would only lead to ruin. I was never popular in school although I was noticed. I tried very hard to be popular but I realized that my hyperactivity and sense of humor was simply not going to let that happen. Once I realized this, I started watching the "popular" crowd and noticed that instead of taking risks and making stands, what they would do is sit and wait. They would be cool - and what better alternative term for "cool" exists other than "unaffected"? - and then when someone said something dumb or irrational, they would lash out. It's not abnormal and I'm sure it's been that way forever, but it struck me as odd. In order to fit in, they pushed others out.
I'm not judging them, especially since I wanted to be one of them but I did realize that it was not the life for me. I'm too active, I'm too hyper, I like to talk to much to ever be considered cool, and what use were those words anyway if they were to be summarily dismissed? So I took the stance that words didn't really matter, actions mattered. How people treated you and the things they did for you mattered. It comes across as holier than thou I guess, but it was an amazing truth to me. And what good is talking if you won't risk saying something stupid every once in a while? Why have your words held to such a strict standard of who you are? Not that we can say anything we want, but if you're afraid of saying something dumb, you may never think of something smart. Not incidentally, the "don't listen to rumors" strategy served me very well in the Service. Boot Camp is nothing more than a mental and social exercise regime where all kinds of pressures are applied.
Now that I've prattled on, let me get to my point; it seems as if the adult world has fallen back into the same style as my school days. What people say is considered "power" or even a lack thereof. What people post on Twitter is considered "important" and if you can't say something clever, just go attack somebody for no real good reason.
That's the world that I thought I had grown past and had put behind me; now it seems as if I'm the one behind. But that's okay, I'll just be here saying dumb things and being a little too loud and remembering to laugh at myself every once in a while. While you guys are in the real world, drop me a line every now and again would you? I enjoy talking to you.
This is stupid ^^^^
:woot:
Just messin' Deacon, its actually pretty much dead on. :yes:
I was Kevin Arnold in high school. Not cool enough to really be considered that, but also not dweeby enough to be considered that. I was stuck in the middle. I didn't really care. I actually got along with mostly everyone. I was friends with the cool kids and the nerds. And of course I had a bully or 2 over my school years that just simply didn't like me for no reason at all. :teehee:
Quote:I felt that way in school too...until my boobs came in. :woot:
You should have started wearing boobs! You'd have been way more popular!!
Much to my surprise, that didn't really go over all that well.
Quote:I felt that way in school too...until my boobs came in. :woot:
You should have started wearing boobs! You'd have been way more popular!!
....maybe he did.....in a
Bosom Buddies sort of way....lol. Might explain the lack of popularity
:teehee:
.gif "Laughing")
Quote:Much to my surprise, that didn't really go over all that well.
You must have been wearing them wrong!!
Quote:I felt that way in school too...until my boobs came in. :woot:
You should have started wearing boobs! You'd have been way more popular!!
Girls sprout boobs. Boys sprout pup tents. Uncontrollable pup tents.
"What are you doing? Not now. Stop! The bell is about to ring. Note to self; don't think about Bunnie's new boobs during algebra class." (strategically places books in front and walks out)
Quote:Girls sprout boobs. Boys sprout pup tents. Uncontrollable pup tents.
"What are you doing? Not now. Stop! The bell is about to ring. Note to self; don't think about Bunnie's new boobs during algebra class." (strategically places books in front and walks out)
It's like, your new "camping buddy" would come around and just decide to hang out wayyyyy too long.
"Oh hey man! Mind if I stay here for all of your walks across school? Don't mind if I do."
I remember Eddie Murphy had a good skit about just that topic in his comedy act years ago ^^^^
It should be the smartest head considering all the time it spent behind a concealing textbook.