Been digging into my inner nerdling here lately…probably because I’ve been spending a lot of time around my 14 year old…Parts of my personality tend to resonate more prominently when I’m around certain people.
(Yeah, I know…some big words there…Resonate, Prominently…look them up retards…I’ll wait…)
(Okay Ghost, so what you’re trying to say is that you’re different around different people…doesn’t that mean you’re fake?)
No, dipwad. What it means is that I am a multi-faceted person….sh*t….This conversation will take forever if I don’t dumb this down a bit….okay…There are many parts to me…and when I’m around someone, whatever we have in common tends to come out more.
For example, my oldest is into video games and science fiction…so, those parts of me that are the same tend to come out. When I’m around my buddies who are into sports, my competitive side and that inner combatant/athlete come out. When I’m around my engineer buddies we have debates over wormholes, dark matter and the possibility of time travel…and not just hypothetical crap…like detailed arguments that cover detailed laws of physics.
(Yeah, I know…I lost you…I’ll get to the point…)
I write from the perspective of one of my five “personalities”, because I am really like 5 people rolled into one. SheWhoMustNotBeNamed routinely will ask, “Who am I talking to?” She wants no part of DarkSide or Everto….but if Pathos happens to be nearby or even The Knight, they’ll be a sympathetic ear.
The biggest trick with me, is realizing that I’m not just one of those guys, but all 5 simultaneously. It’s why I drink sometimes…it shuts them up. Gives the dust some time to settle, and allows me to find a clear path to start out on.
So, you have to be careful when you ask me something. Sometimes, you might not like the response you get. This happens frequently. I’m big on honesty. I’ll usually warn you…You sure you want to know what I’m thinking?
I’d never have it any other way. I have people ask me ridiculous sh*t from time to time…just because they know that I’ll think about it, and then give them a thoughtful, rational answer.
Like, ‘That dude is on something. I don’t know what, but you might be better off without him.”
Or, “That b*tch is crazy, bro. You need to boot that one to the curb and swear off it cold turkey.”
Or even, “No, I don’t care what he said…that reaction in bed is NOT normal for ANY dude.”
So, what frustrates me more than anything is when people let me down or refuse to talk to me. It’s like this: If I did something, tell me. Let me explain and correct it.
Don’t give me this, “You know what you did.” bullsh*t.
No, I don’t. That’s why I’m asking. Or even worse is when I just get the cold shoulder. If you’re expecting me to change something, and I don’t know what it is, THAT certainly isn’t getting it done.
I just start to think that you’re mental, and that I’m better off forgetting that you actually breathe air. Which is sad, because I care about a LOT of sh*t…and people, that I probably shouldn’t. People who blow me off. People who ignore me. People who frankly treat me like sh*t and talk about me behind my back.
(Go f*ck yourself…but if you’re on fire….sigh, I guess I’ll stop and put you out.)
But in the end, if they called me tomorrow, and needed something, I’d drop whatever was going and do my damn level best to help out…..That’s just who I am. It’s how I always will be.
Almost everyone comes around. Very few people hate me….even fewer actually have a legit reason to.
If you tell me that you want to get together, mean it. When I call, don’t put me off.
Frankly, I’m sick…and real damn tired…and that’s just from my neurological disorder…I’m not even factoring in the bullsh*t from friends and family…and those few enemies.
My new favorite is people who are offended…because YOU have a problem with what they say/do/post on Facespace, etc…
Well, if y’all post something I take offense to…I’m sure as hell gonna tell you. The statement, “It’s my Facespace page, if you don’t like what I post, delete me.” is ignorant as hell. You ‘invite’ someone to be a “friend” on that website. That implies conversation and dialogue. Those are TWO-way endeavors.
Not everyone will believe what you believe, nor will they always see things the same way. A rational human being should listen when someone speaks. It’s how we grow as humans…to consider the thoughts and feelings of others. You can gain valuable insight this way.
Take this quote for thought:
“There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.”
P. J. O’Rourke
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/pjorour124944.html#0S8I2YJM6FtJBzJs.99
Well, you’re free to think and say whatever you want…but the consequence is the reaction. I responded negatively to a few Facespace posts, and people seemed shocked that I’d be opposed to it…after all, it was just a joke.
I saw this one posted a couple times:
Now at it’s core…I’m not really completely opposed to this…however, there are several DADS who fill both roles…there are also Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents who get left behind to raise kids….so, just don’t post crap like this. The point of Father’s Day is to honor good and great MEN.
This next one is the one that got me started:
Straight up inappropriate for Father’s Day weekend. It’s not funny. It’s not a joke. It’s an attack against fathers who aren’t fulfilling their duties. Not appropriate to post. Give men 3 damn days to celebrate, please. Lay off this sh*t from Friday to Sunday…then feel free to dead beat dad bash all you want.
Now, I know what you’re thinking…if it doesn’t apply to you, why are you so upset? Someone even implied that I was reacting so strongly because I might not be as good a father as I ought to be.
You know what…I’m not. I can always be better, and I work at it every day. Being a good parent isn’t a title, it’s a job. One that if you complete it properly, your children will leave your nest, and be successful individuals. If you’re celebrating now, then you’re coasting.
The reason I react so strongly to this sh*t on Father’s Day? Is because my father is gone. One of my grandfather’s is gone, and I barely got to know but maybe one of my great-grandfathers. This day is to pay respect to the men who are and have done their job in raising their families…not to roast the one’s who have/are f*cking it up. So everytime you post something that detracts from the spirit of the day, you make the statement that men aren’t important in raising a child….that it’s more important to remind the world that there are bad guys out there.
The father who showed me what hard work and going to work sick and even hurting looked like. To the grandfather who kicked my kindergarten ass in tic-tac-toe and showed no mercy, even though he was 50 years older than me. It made me tough and want to work hard for the win.
I don’t care what anyone says…you NEVER see this kind of crap on Mother’s Day. You don’t. There aren’t carefully worded Jpegs that glorify the Dad’s who wear both hats, and there aren’t any, Happy Mother’s Day except for those crazy, drug addled whores, who abandon their children and leave them to the REAL men to raise.
That sh*t doesn’t happen. Don’t try to play like it does. And if someone does post something, it’s isolated and rare. You don’t see dozens of people ‘liking’ the photo and sharing it.
The sad thing is that stuff like this next pic only popped up on my newsfeed once:
Something truly worthy of the spirit of the day. Well, I’m posting it here, and I’m thanking every one of you bastards who’ve gone and served and missed birthdays, holidays, and yes…even Father’s Days…Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You keep my little demons safe, and I that is a debt that I can never repay.
Some of these men DON’T come home, and I’m pretty sure those women would trade your f*cking Jpeg for THAT man any time of day.
So to you misguided souls who think it’s funny to bash deadbeats on Father’s Day weekend, knock it off. It’s uncalled for. Use the other 362 days a year for that…for f*ck’s sake, it’s even a leap year, you can take 363 days this year for it. Just leave our f*cking holiday alone.
To those of you moms who truly are on your own, your job is no doubt tough…you get yours on Mother’s Day. I’m sure that somewhere in your lives, there is a man worth recognizing…make sure that your kids know what a good male role model is. THAT is what the f*cking day is for!
Anyway, I’m done preaching…for now. About 359 days, and I’ll start reminding you again.