I’m back to say stupid shit.. Most likely some of you are going to be offended. Let me start by saying... I don’t care... And away we go.
Women giving advice to women.
I feel like when women give advice to each other it’s always in the most condescending and competitive way possible. (told you... relax)
They have to belittle whoever they’re trying to “help” rather than just throw them some "over the counter, semi-useful, mostly useless" advice. (like men do).
I think it’s a power thing women have. “Oh. You acknowledge I might know more about something than you do? ok cool. Let me make you feel like a complete idiot while standing on your throat” (not exaggerated)
FOR EXAMPLE: The business advice scenario.
Woman-A: works in a field that woman-B is trying to break-in to. Now, woman-A has known woman-B for years. In fact they went to college together. For whatever reason woman-A got a lucky break two years ago while woman-B took a couple years to “find herself” by traveling around the world (mostly in Thailand where she got lice once, food poisoning three times, and herpes for life)
It’s now come the time for woman-B to take the bull by the horns and break-in to the “business” her and woman-A studied so hard for. Start her career. Make something of her life.
Here comes that phone call woman-B has been dreading to make and woman-A has been excited to get.
Woman-B cold calls woman-A knowing full well that woman-A was jealous of her in college (‘cause she had bigger tits).
But in the “woman world” they ALL pretend to be friends. No matter what. (this is a scientifically proven fact ladies. Don’t try to fight science)
So woman-B calls asking for “career advice”. Rather than woman-A just giving her some pointers or contacts, she puts her through the fucking ringer of clichés and hyperboles.
Woman-A:
“Hey girl!?! I’m so glad you called. I can totally give you some pointers. Alright this is what you do. First: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. You’re gonna have to get ready ‘cause things are going to get CRAZY. You think I’m exaggerating (she is) but I’m SOO not. (she definitely is)”
This is where woman-B just has to bite her tongue knowing full well woman-A is full of shit... but she still wants those contacts.
Woman-A continues this dance “ Second! be ready to hit the ground running. You’re gonna want to get on everyone’s radar because they... Right now.... Have no idea who you are. Like none!”
Woman-A has yet to give woman-B any useful information as she continues.
“And finally… You’re gonna hate this.. but. You’re gonna have to start at the bottom. I mean... I didn’t 'cause I got lucky but usually you do. You're gonna be like, way down on the food chain. Like below the bottom. Interning for an intern, kind of bottom. It’s just the nature of the beast, Girl! I know it suuuucks, right? Just the way it is. I'll try and talk to some people (won't) I wish there was more I could do to help. (doesn't)"
This is where the conversation usually comes to a close where woman-B feels defeated and bitter and woman-A feels powerful and that she's done something kind for another "strong independent woman". (When deep down she's just happy she's winning)
HOWEVER…
In this scenario woman-B is actually playing a little game of her own. (this happens more often than you think) She’s about to pull the classic lady-bait-and-switch. The “slow-con-girl-fuck-you" that only women know how to do.
This is where woman-B drops the bomb...
You see woman-B doesn’t actually want woman-A’s help or advice. She’s only calling to rub some shit in woman-A’s face.
Woman-B is about to let woman-A know that Mr. Joe Important just offered her an intermediate position at a competing company because woman-B knows his wife. (They met at Modo Yoga and got a juice together after an amazing Moksha class. They are "SOOO alike”. )
Mrs. Joe Important knows woman-B is "going places”. So at this point in the conversation where woman-A feels she has full control woman-B decides to put her back in her place (you know 'cause they’re friends)
This is how it might sound.
“Oh cool that's so sweet… Thank you SO much for your advice but I was really calling about something else. I was wondering if you know Mr. Joe Important? (of course she does) “You see I was just offered an intermediate position at his company and——
(BABABA-BOOOOOM!!!)”
All that woman-A hears at this point is a ringing in her ears as if she’s been hit with a stun grenade. Suddenly woman-A has tunnel vision and cold sweats.
Woman-B continues “… so I just wanted to call and see if you had any pointers for like “first day on the job”... Mistakes you might have made, you know? But mainly wanted to see how you were doing. Sounds like you’re doing pretty good. We should TOTALLY get coffee. But not this month. I’m going to be soo busy. Not that I’m complaining. The money is AMAZING!”
Woman-A shakes off the attack... She needs to play her cards right here 'cause she knows she might need woman-B in the future.
Woman-A (through gritted teeth) “Yeah girl. I mean. Just be yourself, ya know? I didn't make too many mistakes but learned what not to do pretty quick. I know you're gonna do great (hope she fails miserably) I’m so happy for you. I would LOVE to catch up when you have time. I’m actually insanely busy right now too (mostly taking baths and perfecting her instagram feed). Maybe we could take a class at MODO together on a lunch break or something. I love that place.”
KISS-KISS BYE-BYE. (ugh. bitch)
This kind of cut throat hatred through perfect smiles is something women have perfected over the years that men have no idea how to do or have any business trying to attempt.
It’s a thing where neither wants the other to succeed but desperately wants the other to think they’re nice... or at least tell other people they think they’re nice/pretty/smart/successful/skinny.
Again. I’m an asshole.. and will die alone. Women terrify me but I’m in love with every single one of them at the same time.
LOVE
G.Y.M.
sorry
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Gay for Mom.
Been a while.. once again.. whatever.
This one's for you, mom.
As much as the name of this blog is "Grumpy YOUNG Man".. time goes on and faces look older. Perhaps it's my lack of restraint when it comes to legal poisons. Poisons I choose to batter my ever aging body with on a daily basis.. or perhaps it's just Father-time fucking me in the ass.. regardless.. I's gettin' oldah! Irregardless (as my mother would say).. time marches on as I struggle to hit some of the more commonly hit goals that most men of my years hit. Mainly, and most poignantly to this blog, not being in a long term relationship. Not being anywhere near "getting married" or "having kids".
I've notice that "people getting married" and "people having kids" comes in waves. All of a sudden every single person you've ever met and or are friends with is either getting married or shitting a baby out. As much as this is true so is the opposite. (meaning divorce and, I guess, peeps kicking the bucket)
Right now the wave is on the marriage bullshit. It's cool... I'm actually really excited for a couple close friends and fam getting hitched in the upcoming year. Nothing against THEM doing it.. but everything against my mother thinking I should be doing the same thing.
I suppose this blog stems from a single conversation.. NAY a single sentence from my mother the other day... She said.. straight faced and honest.. "Son, you're not getting any younger".. Now this cliche line has been heard for years in terrible rom/com's but traditionally it's primarily directed at WOMEN!!!! I've always heard... (mostly from women) It's soooo much better for men when it comes to getting older... You just get better looking... blahblah... salt and pepper.. blahblah.. George Clooney..... So then WHY is my mother telling me the clock is ticking and time is RUNNIN' out.
I rely on the kindness of friends to tell me otherwise.. I just assume they lie... so that's a waste of time. I can only accept the cards that have been dealt for me.. and try to enjoy my inevitable spinster future.. (minus the cats.. I hate cats)
But my mother.. being who she is.. (love ya mom) a bit of a fiery bitch (in all the best ways) is persistent in telling me I don't have much longer... Unless I meet a mate and procreate .. my little lame life has been wasted and she's failed as a mother. I get the "You're not getting any younger" line every week or so now... It's getting a little annoying.
I've come up with a solution.. and tell me if you think this is the right choice.. Next time I speak with Mama.. I only say three words... " I am gay".. if you've read other posts of mine you know there's no truth to that statement... but I guess if you know me you might still question this considering my dating record and the company I keep... (ir)regardless I love the vaginas and always will.. but those three words might set me free from the incessant badgering from Mom... I think she might be thrilled... She lives far enough away that I can keep that lie up.... and if by some miracle I meet a woman I can stand for more then thirty minutes... all the better.. otherwise.. Mom will finally have a daughter and I won't have to deal with the weekly reminder that maybe (well... most likely) I'm going to die alone..
UGH..
G.Y.M.
This one's for you, mom.
As much as the name of this blog is "Grumpy YOUNG Man".. time goes on and faces look older. Perhaps it's my lack of restraint when it comes to legal poisons. Poisons I choose to batter my ever aging body with on a daily basis.. or perhaps it's just Father-time fucking me in the ass.. regardless.. I's gettin' oldah! Irregardless (as my mother would say).. time marches on as I struggle to hit some of the more commonly hit goals that most men of my years hit. Mainly, and most poignantly to this blog, not being in a long term relationship. Not being anywhere near "getting married" or "having kids".
I've notice that "people getting married" and "people having kids" comes in waves. All of a sudden every single person you've ever met and or are friends with is either getting married or shitting a baby out. As much as this is true so is the opposite. (meaning divorce and, I guess, peeps kicking the bucket)
Right now the wave is on the marriage bullshit. It's cool... I'm actually really excited for a couple close friends and fam getting hitched in the upcoming year. Nothing against THEM doing it.. but everything against my mother thinking I should be doing the same thing.
I suppose this blog stems from a single conversation.. NAY a single sentence from my mother the other day... She said.. straight faced and honest.. "Son, you're not getting any younger".. Now this cliche line has been heard for years in terrible rom/com's but traditionally it's primarily directed at WOMEN!!!! I've always heard... (mostly from women) It's soooo much better for men when it comes to getting older... You just get better looking... blahblah... salt and pepper.. blahblah.. George Clooney..... So then WHY is my mother telling me the clock is ticking and time is RUNNIN' out.
I rely on the kindness of friends to tell me otherwise.. I just assume they lie... so that's a waste of time. I can only accept the cards that have been dealt for me.. and try to enjoy my inevitable spinster future.. (minus the cats.. I hate cats)
But my mother.. being who she is.. (love ya mom) a bit of a fiery bitch (in all the best ways) is persistent in telling me I don't have much longer... Unless I meet a mate and procreate .. my little lame life has been wasted and she's failed as a mother. I get the "You're not getting any younger" line every week or so now... It's getting a little annoying.
I've come up with a solution.. and tell me if you think this is the right choice.. Next time I speak with Mama.. I only say three words... " I am gay".. if you've read other posts of mine you know there's no truth to that statement... but I guess if you know me you might still question this considering my dating record and the company I keep... (ir)regardless I love the vaginas and always will.. but those three words might set me free from the incessant badgering from Mom... I think she might be thrilled... She lives far enough away that I can keep that lie up.... and if by some miracle I meet a woman I can stand for more then thirty minutes... all the better.. otherwise.. Mom will finally have a daughter and I won't have to deal with the weekly reminder that maybe (well... most likely) I'm going to die alone..
UGH..
G.Y.M.
Friday, February 18, 2011
MOTHER F#@*%ER..
Warning. This is NOT directed at all new mothers... I have a couple of friends/family who aren't like this.. I love them and this blog is in no way directed at them... but... those few strangers that bug the shit out of me.
For an out of work writer getting out of the house to get some work done is vital. I know.. I'm a walking fucking cliche.. but I like to work in the mornings.. usually over some coffee.. and yes.. at a bullshit cafe... Like every other wanna-be-writer-dickhead. It's lame.. but I get the most work done when I'm out.. and bars don't open t'ill eleven. so. eat it.
Anyway... This installment is directed at those unbelievably annoying "new mothers" that walk into these cafes while I'm working... They LOVE going on outings with other new mothers so their 3 month old babies can "socialize"... I've heard them say this.. "It's good for them to meet other babies"... Your child can't tell the difference between their own shit and other babies at three months.. but.. good for them for wanting a "social life"... (this fact might be wrong.. I'm not a doctor.. but go with it)
They always stroll into the cafe the same way. Talking to each other at a SCREAMING level so everyone can see how GREAT they are for being mothers. "HEY EVERYONE LOOK AT US.. WE MADE BABIES! WE'RE LIKE THE FIRST PEOPLE EVER TO DO THIS!! AND WE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT BABY SHIT!!! LISTEN TO US!!!"
And this is the mentality I KNOW they have.. They always talk about the same shit.. They regurgitate their extensive baby knowledge from the dozens of annoying baby books they've read, not to but AT each other.. Constantly trying to one up each other in the most passive aggressive way possible. Mom #1 "Oh.. I know.. but you really need to use all the new BPA free nipple drainers.. my nipples only ever touch organic.. so I know my baby's getting an organic nipple connection".. Mom#2 "of course your right. but you've read My baby Does Yoga And So Do I, right? You'll see that by feeding your baby while in Downward dog you reduce the risk of ADHD by 30%"..
This conversation is a little exaggerated.. but let me tell you. NOT BY MUCH!! These women are so fucking annoying and LOUD .. I'd rather gouge my eyes out with their super-long-lactating-nipples then have to hear why their "husbands aren't pulling their weight around the house when they get home from work... sure they have high stress jobs.. but they should want to process all the super expensive organic vegetables I bought online into home made baby food... I LOVE doing that.. why don't they?"
Kids are great.. love kids.. love laughing at how weird they are and stuff.. super cute.. but you uber annoying new mothers with your mundane lives and screechy high voices have to take it down a notch while in public... no one else wants to hear about your boring baby shit besides the other annoying mother you came in with.. but in actuality the other mother only wants to hear herself talk too.. So save us all the pain and suffering.. Record yourself talking in your kitchen. Play it back to yourself and have a passive aggressive argument alone in your own home... thanks.
Ugh,
G.Y.M.
For an out of work writer getting out of the house to get some work done is vital. I know.. I'm a walking fucking cliche.. but I like to work in the mornings.. usually over some coffee.. and yes.. at a bullshit cafe... Like every other wanna-be-writer-dickhead. It's lame.. but I get the most work done when I'm out.. and bars don't open t'ill eleven. so. eat it.
Anyway... This installment is directed at those unbelievably annoying "new mothers" that walk into these cafes while I'm working... They LOVE going on outings with other new mothers so their 3 month old babies can "socialize"... I've heard them say this.. "It's good for them to meet other babies"... Your child can't tell the difference between their own shit and other babies at three months.. but.. good for them for wanting a "social life"... (this fact might be wrong.. I'm not a doctor.. but go with it)
They always stroll into the cafe the same way. Talking to each other at a SCREAMING level so everyone can see how GREAT they are for being mothers. "HEY EVERYONE LOOK AT US.. WE MADE BABIES! WE'RE LIKE THE FIRST PEOPLE EVER TO DO THIS!! AND WE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT BABY SHIT!!! LISTEN TO US!!!"
And this is the mentality I KNOW they have.. They always talk about the same shit.. They regurgitate their extensive baby knowledge from the dozens of annoying baby books they've read, not to but AT each other.. Constantly trying to one up each other in the most passive aggressive way possible. Mom #1 "Oh.. I know.. but you really need to use all the new BPA free nipple drainers.. my nipples only ever touch organic.. so I know my baby's getting an organic nipple connection".. Mom#2 "of course your right. but you've read My baby Does Yoga And So Do I, right? You'll see that by feeding your baby while in Downward dog you reduce the risk of ADHD by 30%"..
This conversation is a little exaggerated.. but let me tell you. NOT BY MUCH!! These women are so fucking annoying and LOUD .. I'd rather gouge my eyes out with their super-long-lactating-nipples then have to hear why their "husbands aren't pulling their weight around the house when they get home from work... sure they have high stress jobs.. but they should want to process all the super expensive organic vegetables I bought online into home made baby food... I LOVE doing that.. why don't they?"
Kids are great.. love kids.. love laughing at how weird they are and stuff.. super cute.. but you uber annoying new mothers with your mundane lives and screechy high voices have to take it down a notch while in public... no one else wants to hear about your boring baby shit besides the other annoying mother you came in with.. but in actuality the other mother only wants to hear herself talk too.. So save us all the pain and suffering.. Record yourself talking in your kitchen. Play it back to yourself and have a passive aggressive argument alone in your own home... thanks.
Ugh,
G.Y.M.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
You boring people
So.. Haven't written a blog in a while.. it's not for lack of hatred towards the general public.. That's still there in full force.. It's strictly because of boredom... I'm really fucking BORED!!!
I'm not really bored with my life.. I have a great life.. If I actually believed in anything holy.. I'd say I lead a blessed life... The boredom is primarily from my surroundings and the lame people that inhabit them. This city is really fucking boring..
"You need to get out.. do stuff.. meet people!!!" That is POINTLESS!
This city I live in (for the time being) is plagued by this weird sense of entitlement/conservativeness... It's in it's people.
I know every city has assholes.. People too busy searching for something reflective to check themselves out in at a bar then look you in the eyes while you're talking to them... but Toronto has something especially lame going on...
Not only are people "too cool".. but they have NO OPINION.. they have no ambition.. They have no balls.
I have yet to meet a real "loud mouth prick"...willing to say the wrong thing in a crowded room for a reaction.. If someone would actually take a chance at being a little "hated"... Then there'd be something entertaining about this boring fucking town..
NO.. everyone is too busy making sure they look and sound exactly like everyone else... Oh.. I know there's a hipster somewhere reading this in his extra large baggy muscle shirt, parachute pants and an 80's bike messenger hat thinking to himself.. "Thank god I'm different and interesting".. but YOU sir are part of the problem..
Well that and ... the lack of competition in this city.. No one is willing to stand on someone's neck to get ahead here... like our wonderful neighbours to the south.. I know that might sound like a slam to the Yanks.. but it's not.. I LOVE the States for this mentality... It's exciting.
People take chances/risks in the States on everything.. not only in business.. but socially.. They're sometimes loud and obnoxious but always opinionated... This creates a greater chance for them to actually be interesting.. and well.. FUCKING FUN.
Just once I'd like to go out here and meet someone who says something sooo offensive (in the name of humour) that I'm taken off guard and actually shocked... JUST ONCE..
Until then I'll just be bored.. well... until my next visit to the US.
G.Y.M.
I'm not really bored with my life.. I have a great life.. If I actually believed in anything holy.. I'd say I lead a blessed life... The boredom is primarily from my surroundings and the lame people that inhabit them. This city is really fucking boring..
"You need to get out.. do stuff.. meet people!!!" That is POINTLESS!
This city I live in (for the time being) is plagued by this weird sense of entitlement/conservativeness... It's in it's people.
I know every city has assholes.. People too busy searching for something reflective to check themselves out in at a bar then look you in the eyes while you're talking to them... but Toronto has something especially lame going on...
Not only are people "too cool".. but they have NO OPINION.. they have no ambition.. They have no balls.
I have yet to meet a real "loud mouth prick"...willing to say the wrong thing in a crowded room for a reaction.. If someone would actually take a chance at being a little "hated"... Then there'd be something entertaining about this boring fucking town..
NO.. everyone is too busy making sure they look and sound exactly like everyone else... Oh.. I know there's a hipster somewhere reading this in his extra large baggy muscle shirt, parachute pants and an 80's bike messenger hat thinking to himself.. "Thank god I'm different and interesting".. but YOU sir are part of the problem..
Well that and ... the lack of competition in this city.. No one is willing to stand on someone's neck to get ahead here... like our wonderful neighbours to the south.. I know that might sound like a slam to the Yanks.. but it's not.. I LOVE the States for this mentality... It's exciting.
People take chances/risks in the States on everything.. not only in business.. but socially.. They're sometimes loud and obnoxious but always opinionated... This creates a greater chance for them to actually be interesting.. and well.. FUCKING FUN.
Just once I'd like to go out here and meet someone who says something sooo offensive (in the name of humour) that I'm taken off guard and actually shocked... JUST ONCE..
Until then I'll just be bored.. well... until my next visit to the US.
G.Y.M.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Warning.. I'm a dick
My Seinfeld-esque issues with women have taken a terrible turn for the worse as of late.
Here's a couple example's of why I'll most likely be alone... also why I'm kind of a dick.
I have a real problem with being completely uninterested in people in about 30 seconds. Rarely do I take the time to stick around and find out who this person "Really Is"... I'm too busy analyzing why their teeth to gum ratio is like 70/30%... I know that sounds really shallow.. but someone who wants to be in a relationship with a person who A)loves to laugh and B) finds ME hilarious... can't be with someone who has gigantic gums. It's distracting. (I know I'm a dick... and far from perfect ) Trust me.. my dickness does not end at esthetics. Observe..
I was recently out for dinner with some friends at a restaurant where we knew one of the waitresses. A good friend... She gets off early and decides to sit down and chat with us while we eat.. as we're talking I slowly turn the conversation towards "Are their any cute single waitresses here that enjoy sarcastic assholes?" .. She goes "Oh yeah.. my friend Megan.. I'll get her to come over.." Me.. "great"
So my friend waves Megan over and I see her walking towards our table.. SUPER cute brunette... My friend goes on to tell me that she's involved with a douch-bag bartender and needs to get out of it.. Me "I will do my best"..
Megan saddles up to our table and introduces her self. As soon as she starts talking.. I'm out. She has one of those obnoxious "S" sibilances... She could be the coolest, sweetest, cutest woman I've ever met.. but I can't deal (again.. I'm an ass)... She turned out to be really sweet.. but I still couldn't deal. For the purposes of this blog let me write what I heard when she spoke.. "Hi guyssssss I'm Megan. What'sssss Up.. Hey Sssserge. It'ssssss Sssssoo Nicsssssse to meet you"... What.. Is she speaking parcel-tongue ( Harry Potter reference.... whatever) It's like nails on a chalk board to me.. I have a real problem hiding my disinterest when something like this happens.. Something I believe I inherited from my mother. Thanks mom..
Example two..
I meet this cute girl at the YMCA (I know) while I'm playing basketball. She actually comes up to me and asks if she can play... This NEVER HAPPENS... So we start shooting around.. having fun.... not really talking much... I think.. "Huh. This is a first..".
I start asking some questions chatting a little... She seems fairly normal.... until she starts talking about what she does. "I'm a jazz singer.." me "cool." her.. "yeah.. but I also am into holistic healing.. I have a clinic at my house.." me "um.. oh.. ok..".. Her "Yeah.. but what I love the most is my... Afro Dancing... I perform all the time.. it's so much fun." and....
Three two one.. I'M OUT!
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH WHAT SHE DOES.... but
This is where MY mind goes.. She says Jazz singer.. I think.. Huh.. I could have a whiskey while I listen to some terrible jazz... Might be kinda hot.. I'm sure I could get through that.. and who knows.. maybe she's alright..
THEN she says "Holistic healing"..I think.. hmmm.. well.. I guess I could deal... it's just something she does.. and who knows.. maybe she has access to some great pot or something..
And then she says "Afro dancing"..
And i think.. Oh FUCK NO.. instantly I picture myself sitting in some community club basement for 3 hours wanting to kill myself as I have to feign interest in her ridiculous dance routine.. THERE'S NO WAY!!!
I stop playing basketball, pretend I have an appointment and bail.. She's left in the gym shooting around... alone...
I mean.. I could have went out with her.. and found out more... Got a little drunk and bit my tongue.. but I know it would have just gotten worse... So why waste our time? Why pretend to be interested?...
I'll tell ya why.. So you're not home alone watching HBO on demand on the weekend... cause you can't deal with a person who uses the word "legitimately" too much..
UGH.
G.Y.M.
Here's a couple example's of why I'll most likely be alone... also why I'm kind of a dick.
I have a real problem with being completely uninterested in people in about 30 seconds. Rarely do I take the time to stick around and find out who this person "Really Is"... I'm too busy analyzing why their teeth to gum ratio is like 70/30%... I know that sounds really shallow.. but someone who wants to be in a relationship with a person who A)loves to laugh and B) finds ME hilarious... can't be with someone who has gigantic gums. It's distracting. (I know I'm a dick... and far from perfect ) Trust me.. my dickness does not end at esthetics. Observe..
I was recently out for dinner with some friends at a restaurant where we knew one of the waitresses. A good friend... She gets off early and decides to sit down and chat with us while we eat.. as we're talking I slowly turn the conversation towards "Are their any cute single waitresses here that enjoy sarcastic assholes?" .. She goes "Oh yeah.. my friend Megan.. I'll get her to come over.." Me.. "great"
So my friend waves Megan over and I see her walking towards our table.. SUPER cute brunette... My friend goes on to tell me that she's involved with a douch-bag bartender and needs to get out of it.. Me "I will do my best"..
Megan saddles up to our table and introduces her self. As soon as she starts talking.. I'm out. She has one of those obnoxious "S" sibilances... She could be the coolest, sweetest, cutest woman I've ever met.. but I can't deal (again.. I'm an ass)... She turned out to be really sweet.. but I still couldn't deal. For the purposes of this blog let me write what I heard when she spoke.. "Hi guyssssss I'm Megan. What'sssss Up.. Hey Sssserge. It'ssssss Sssssoo Nicsssssse to meet you"... What.. Is she speaking parcel-tongue ( Harry Potter reference.... whatever) It's like nails on a chalk board to me.. I have a real problem hiding my disinterest when something like this happens.. Something I believe I inherited from my mother. Thanks mom..
Example two..
I meet this cute girl at the YMCA (I know) while I'm playing basketball. She actually comes up to me and asks if she can play... This NEVER HAPPENS... So we start shooting around.. having fun.... not really talking much... I think.. "Huh. This is a first..".
I start asking some questions chatting a little... She seems fairly normal.... until she starts talking about what she does. "I'm a jazz singer.." me "cool." her.. "yeah.. but I also am into holistic healing.. I have a clinic at my house.." me "um.. oh.. ok..".. Her "Yeah.. but what I love the most is my... Afro Dancing... I perform all the time.. it's so much fun." and....
Three two one.. I'M OUT!
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH WHAT SHE DOES.... but
This is where MY mind goes.. She says Jazz singer.. I think.. Huh.. I could have a whiskey while I listen to some terrible jazz... Might be kinda hot.. I'm sure I could get through that.. and who knows.. maybe she's alright..
THEN she says "Holistic healing"..I think.. hmmm.. well.. I guess I could deal... it's just something she does.. and who knows.. maybe she has access to some great pot or something..
And then she says "Afro dancing"..
And i think.. Oh FUCK NO.. instantly I picture myself sitting in some community club basement for 3 hours wanting to kill myself as I have to feign interest in her ridiculous dance routine.. THERE'S NO WAY!!!
I stop playing basketball, pretend I have an appointment and bail.. She's left in the gym shooting around... alone...
I mean.. I could have went out with her.. and found out more... Got a little drunk and bit my tongue.. but I know it would have just gotten worse... So why waste our time? Why pretend to be interested?...
I'll tell ya why.. So you're not home alone watching HBO on demand on the weekend... cause you can't deal with a person who uses the word "legitimately" too much..
UGH.
G.Y.M.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Hermit-the-Serge
I know everyone gets a little depressed during the winter months.. It's cold.. it's grey.. it's boring.. But I think I might have taken it to a new level. I'm pretty sure the Universe has decide that I should be a hermit... I make the attempts to go out.. to get away.. to make a break from the everyday monotony that is my life.. but the universe says.. "Umm.. Hey Serge!.. FUCK YOU.. get back in your room and watch more HBO on demand".
Here.
Small example.. and then big example.
Last night I decide I'll actually make the effort and get out of the house... Me and buddy are going to meet up, have some drinks and potentially try and meet some new people.. (FIRST MISTAKE).. ain't no place to meet people in this annoying city.. I've basically been to every bar in the city... I can't stand pretentious music snobs.. so.. live music/hipster bars are out.. I can't stand club music, retarded sluts who don't want to pay for a $2 coat check so they wait in their mini-skirts and high-heels in freezing temperatures, or suburban douche bags.. so clubs and large bars are out...
The only bars I can bear, are the ones that are filled alcoholic depressed loners like me.. and THAT ain't the best place to meet people.. so.. the night is, OF COURSE, a bust.. I should have just stayed in and watched the Die Hard marathon like I was planning to... but instead I play a couple rounds of foozeball and call it a night.
Then today I wake up and think... "fuck it.. i'm gonna get out of this house and run errands.. walk around.. maybe write... try and be part of society... You can meet people during the day, right?" I take two steps out my front door.. and the universe pisses on me.. literally.. It starts to piss rain.. Someone is saying.. "Serge.. get back in your house and stew, you dick head".. so I did... I am.. I continue to stew.
Example Two..
(granted example one does really sound like my own issues.. but I don't care)
I plan a trip with a really good friend of mine to go to Mexico.. She's in LA.. I'm in Toronto.. We're going to meet in Mexico and drink our faces off by the Ocean.. The trip is planned.. The resort is booked.. The flights are on time.. 8 hours until I get out of this frozen waste land known as Canada... Start enjoying sunshine again... It's a much needed getaway for both of us and we CAN'T WAIT..
So.. I decide I'm going to get a couple extra bucks for the cab in the morning... Just incase.. As I'm punching in the code to my dwindling bank account.. a thought pops in my head.. "Is your passport expired?".. No.. it can't be.. I'm always on top of shit like that.. I had my suit case packed a week in advance... I double wrap all my shampoo and other liquids to prevent "suitcase-explosion-mess". I'm an anal-retentive geek, and I NEVER forget shit like this... but did I?
I take off running home to see If my suspicions are correct.. 8 blocks I sprint in my winter coat... get home only to find my passport expired 10 days ago.. It's friday... the passport office is closed.. the emergency 24 hour fix is impossible until Monday.. My friend is flying out of LA a couple hours before I leave... so to take the chance of trying to get across the border with an expired passport and somehow make it to Mexico.. is a BAD idea.. she'd be stuck in Mexico alone (which is retrospect, if I was her... I would have said "FUCK YOU SERGE. I'M GOING".. but she's a much nicer person than I...)
So with 7.5 hours to go until we would have started our wondrous Mexican Adventure.. We had to cancel.. Once again I'm stuck in Toronto.. frozen.. bored.. and annoyed..
So... if the Universe wants me to be a hermit.. then I guess I should just listen...
Ugh.
G.Y.M.
Here.
Small example.. and then big example.
Last night I decide I'll actually make the effort and get out of the house... Me and buddy are going to meet up, have some drinks and potentially try and meet some new people.. (FIRST MISTAKE).. ain't no place to meet people in this annoying city.. I've basically been to every bar in the city... I can't stand pretentious music snobs.. so.. live music/hipster bars are out.. I can't stand club music, retarded sluts who don't want to pay for a $2 coat check so they wait in their mini-skirts and high-heels in freezing temperatures, or suburban douche bags.. so clubs and large bars are out...
The only bars I can bear, are the ones that are filled alcoholic depressed loners like me.. and THAT ain't the best place to meet people.. so.. the night is, OF COURSE, a bust.. I should have just stayed in and watched the Die Hard marathon like I was planning to... but instead I play a couple rounds of foozeball and call it a night.
Then today I wake up and think... "fuck it.. i'm gonna get out of this house and run errands.. walk around.. maybe write... try and be part of society... You can meet people during the day, right?" I take two steps out my front door.. and the universe pisses on me.. literally.. It starts to piss rain.. Someone is saying.. "Serge.. get back in your house and stew, you dick head".. so I did... I am.. I continue to stew.
Example Two..
(granted example one does really sound like my own issues.. but I don't care)
I plan a trip with a really good friend of mine to go to Mexico.. She's in LA.. I'm in Toronto.. We're going to meet in Mexico and drink our faces off by the Ocean.. The trip is planned.. The resort is booked.. The flights are on time.. 8 hours until I get out of this frozen waste land known as Canada... Start enjoying sunshine again... It's a much needed getaway for both of us and we CAN'T WAIT..
So.. I decide I'm going to get a couple extra bucks for the cab in the morning... Just incase.. As I'm punching in the code to my dwindling bank account.. a thought pops in my head.. "Is your passport expired?".. No.. it can't be.. I'm always on top of shit like that.. I had my suit case packed a week in advance... I double wrap all my shampoo and other liquids to prevent "suitcase-explosion-mess". I'm an anal-retentive geek, and I NEVER forget shit like this... but did I?
I take off running home to see If my suspicions are correct.. 8 blocks I sprint in my winter coat... get home only to find my passport expired 10 days ago.. It's friday... the passport office is closed.. the emergency 24 hour fix is impossible until Monday.. My friend is flying out of LA a couple hours before I leave... so to take the chance of trying to get across the border with an expired passport and somehow make it to Mexico.. is a BAD idea.. she'd be stuck in Mexico alone (which is retrospect, if I was her... I would have said "FUCK YOU SERGE. I'M GOING".. but she's a much nicer person than I...)
So with 7.5 hours to go until we would have started our wondrous Mexican Adventure.. We had to cancel.. Once again I'm stuck in Toronto.. frozen.. bored.. and annoyed..
So... if the Universe wants me to be a hermit.. then I guess I should just listen...
Ugh.
G.Y.M.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I want some free shit.. NOW!!!
It's like the cell phone or cable companies are some weird date that's into S&M.. Someone you need to slap around a little before they give you what you want... Smack my ass.. SMACK IT!
Why do you have to debate with these people if you "deserve a deal or not"?.. and why do these people sometimes give it to you if you know how to complain enough?.. Or if you scream loud enough?.. or you get some random dude in Pakistan that thinks you're funny for asking how to say cock and balls in Pakistani.
I don't understand when all of this started.. Don't get me wrong. I love a good barter. I love convincing tiny Chinese ladies that they should give me the knock off sunglasses for five bucks rather than eight.. makes me happy in my heart.
but why is this the case with huge cable companies? I actually kinda hate (surprise face) the people that brag about the deals they get..
"I totally scored a bunch of free movie channels.. and got the golf channel free for six months... I just kept complaining until they made it happen, bro"..
I say.. Fuck you dude.. I'm sure some Jewish business man in New York got a WAY better deal than you...
I get mad at myself because I start to get jealous about this douche bags deal. "Why did he get the extra six months of HBO for five dollars less then I got it for? Why did they like him more?"
I start to feel neglected... I immediately feel the need to call the company and whine and scream until I get the same sweet sweet goodness that this idiot got... I'm better than him, aren't I?
I want something better.. something more... I need them to LOVE ME MORE... I know what they want to hear..
Alright.. listen.. I want HBO on demand FREE for six months.. FUCK YOU.. don't tell me you can't make that happen, I know you can.. Alright fine.. if your computer says you can't then put me on with someone who has a computer that says you can... Alright fuck you then.. I'm taking my business to another company.. I heard Bell Canada has cheaper internet.. OH.. what's that you say? You CAN give me something for free... That's what I thought.. SO DO IT.. and thank me for my business... do it bitch.. THANK ME.. that's right.. you like it rough.. DON'T YOU... take it... take it bitch.. that's right sweetheart.. say you like it... MOOHAHAHA I win.. I WIN.. I FUCKING WIN!!!!!
oh wait... I am the asshole who tells people about the great deal they got... fuck me.
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Why do you have to debate with these people if you "deserve a deal or not"?.. and why do these people sometimes give it to you if you know how to complain enough?.. Or if you scream loud enough?.. or you get some random dude in Pakistan that thinks you're funny for asking how to say cock and balls in Pakistani.
I don't understand when all of this started.. Don't get me wrong. I love a good barter. I love convincing tiny Chinese ladies that they should give me the knock off sunglasses for five bucks rather than eight.. makes me happy in my heart.
but why is this the case with huge cable companies? I actually kinda hate (surprise face) the people that brag about the deals they get..
"I totally scored a bunch of free movie channels.. and got the golf channel free for six months... I just kept complaining until they made it happen, bro"..
I say.. Fuck you dude.. I'm sure some Jewish business man in New York got a WAY better deal than you...
I get mad at myself because I start to get jealous about this douche bags deal. "Why did he get the extra six months of HBO for five dollars less then I got it for? Why did they like him more?"
I start to feel neglected... I immediately feel the need to call the company and whine and scream until I get the same sweet sweet goodness that this idiot got... I'm better than him, aren't I?
I want something better.. something more... I need them to LOVE ME MORE... I know what they want to hear..
Alright.. listen.. I want HBO on demand FREE for six months.. FUCK YOU.. don't tell me you can't make that happen, I know you can.. Alright fine.. if your computer says you can't then put me on with someone who has a computer that says you can... Alright fuck you then.. I'm taking my business to another company.. I heard Bell Canada has cheaper internet.. OH.. what's that you say? You CAN give me something for free... That's what I thought.. SO DO IT.. and thank me for my business... do it bitch.. THANK ME.. that's right.. you like it rough.. DON'T YOU... take it... take it bitch.. that's right sweetheart.. say you like it... MOOHAHAHA I win.. I WIN.. I FUCKING WIN!!!!!
oh wait... I am the asshole who tells people about the great deal they got... fuck me.
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Look me in the eyes...
So... we all do it... We've all tried it... we all take the chance...
The "walk by smile"...
We see something cute in the distance.. We contemplate the "hey".. or "hello".. but usually we just squeeze out a half smile.. with no teeth.. just a lip curl...
Nine times out of ten we get the smile back... at least a semi-eye-squint.. Every once and a while you get lucky with the "continued eye contact to full smile"... but... sometimes you just get the "complete-look-away" avoidance technique... I don't judge this.. I understand if you're cute you can't just give those smiles out willy nilly... I guess...
If you're anything like me you get awkward half way through your smile.. look away and think about how you have a severe social disease...
OR...
Maybe you're of that "small group" that can parley this "little interaction" into a conversation.. if you are... good for you... I hate you..
Anyway.. here's what happened to me recently...
I see something cute, petite, and brunette in the distance.. I'm feeling good about myself... I have an extremely rare, endorphin generated, boost of confidence and I decide I might even go for the "full-eye-contact-smile to hello/hey".... i think to myself.. "be bold just do it... what do you have to lose?"
So I do.. we're getting closer.. I go for the full eye contact and start the smile.. half way through my smile.. she gives me a HUGE eye roll..
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
I didn't corner this chick and say "hey.. I like your tits.. wanna bone?"... all I did was smile.. an innocent.. non creepy smile.... I wasn't starey... I wasn't "gross".. I was cute and personable.. so... WHAT THE FUCK!?
I mean.. maybe it's just me.. but I ALWAYS give the smile/head nod back.. even if it's some gross middle aged, fat, gay man with three teeth... if he smiles.. makes the attempt.. or eye contact.. I'll always give it back.. why not?
When did the "smile as you walk by" become worthy of a HUGE eye roll?
Fuck you, man.. that's some bullshit..
I thought for a second.. "nah.. maybe it wasn't to me.. maybe I was imagining it"... so I ask my friend if he'd try it out on the same girl... we're in the mall.. I say "if we see her.. do the "walk by smile" and see what she does"... He agrees..
Two minutes later.. there she is.. cute-petite-brunette is approaching.. I make sure she can't see me and hide behind a bunch of clothes.. there's no way she knows we're together... He approaches and gives her the same "walk by smile"... and... the bitch rolls her eyes AGAIN!. WHY!?!
Even if we were gross.. which I don't think we are.. COME ON!... Two eye rolls? fucking lame..
let this be a lesson to all you cute girls out there.. if you really don't feel like giving the smile back.. just look away.. don't roll the eyes... It really kills a guys confidence... and to "cute-petite-brunette"... You've given me even more reason to hate the general public... and I thank you... you stuck up bitch...
UGH
G.Y.M.
The "walk by smile"...
We see something cute in the distance.. We contemplate the "hey".. or "hello".. but usually we just squeeze out a half smile.. with no teeth.. just a lip curl...
Nine times out of ten we get the smile back... at least a semi-eye-squint.. Every once and a while you get lucky with the "continued eye contact to full smile"... but... sometimes you just get the "complete-look-away" avoidance technique... I don't judge this.. I understand if you're cute you can't just give those smiles out willy nilly... I guess...
If you're anything like me you get awkward half way through your smile.. look away and think about how you have a severe social disease...
OR...
Maybe you're of that "small group" that can parley this "little interaction" into a conversation.. if you are... good for you... I hate you..
Anyway.. here's what happened to me recently...
I see something cute, petite, and brunette in the distance.. I'm feeling good about myself... I have an extremely rare, endorphin generated, boost of confidence and I decide I might even go for the "full-eye-contact-smile to hello/hey".... i think to myself.. "be bold just do it... what do you have to lose?"
So I do.. we're getting closer.. I go for the full eye contact and start the smile.. half way through my smile.. she gives me a HUGE eye roll..
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
I didn't corner this chick and say "hey.. I like your tits.. wanna bone?"... all I did was smile.. an innocent.. non creepy smile.... I wasn't starey... I wasn't "gross".. I was cute and personable.. so... WHAT THE FUCK!?
I mean.. maybe it's just me.. but I ALWAYS give the smile/head nod back.. even if it's some gross middle aged, fat, gay man with three teeth... if he smiles.. makes the attempt.. or eye contact.. I'll always give it back.. why not?
When did the "smile as you walk by" become worthy of a HUGE eye roll?
Fuck you, man.. that's some bullshit..
I thought for a second.. "nah.. maybe it wasn't to me.. maybe I was imagining it"... so I ask my friend if he'd try it out on the same girl... we're in the mall.. I say "if we see her.. do the "walk by smile" and see what she does"... He agrees..
Two minutes later.. there she is.. cute-petite-brunette is approaching.. I make sure she can't see me and hide behind a bunch of clothes.. there's no way she knows we're together... He approaches and gives her the same "walk by smile"... and... the bitch rolls her eyes AGAIN!. WHY!?!
Even if we were gross.. which I don't think we are.. COME ON!... Two eye rolls? fucking lame..
let this be a lesson to all you cute girls out there.. if you really don't feel like giving the smile back.. just look away.. don't roll the eyes... It really kills a guys confidence... and to "cute-petite-brunette"... You've given me even more reason to hate the general public... and I thank you... you stuck up bitch...
UGH
G.Y.M.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Quarter life and Clooney
So... I don't want to say I've "lived it.. I know it.. I've figured it all out"... because that's ridiculous... I've never had a three way.. so obviously there's more to learn, right?
What I wanna talk about is where I'm at now.. What life is for me these days... and what I think it might be for me in the future.. I've been the hopeless romantic... Falling for a pretty young thing... I've been "blinded by the light.. revved up like a douche another boner in the night" or whatever... but I think my tune has changed over the years. I'm not saying I won't ever find love again.. or I'll be alone forever... That's just absurd... but I am saying.. it's basically where I'm going to end up. By myself.. maybe like Clooney, with a pig, living off the coast of Italy... (please god)...but alone none the less...
Listen.. I'm sure I'll have plenty of friends in my life.. I'm sure I'll have a few more love affairs.. but I doubt any will last longer then a year or two... I'm not trying to sound completely hopeless or depressed.. I'm just being realistic... and I'm feeling alright about it.
I like to watch people.. Watch relationships.. How are people surviving their bullshit lives while spending them with another person? denial.. alcohol... fighting.. and stress..
Now that's fine... Stay with your partner... work it out.. make it last.. good years.. bad years.. and all that shit.. but all I can say is.. it's not for me... I don't want to compromise anything in my life.. and this doesn't fly with people..
Specifically the women in my life.. They've wanted me to conform in the past... maybe not at first... Maybe at first they love "who I am" or "how I am"... Crazy, weird, and sarcastic.. but eventually that changes.. This is why I say I'm sure I'll have a few more love affairs.. I'll get into something that seems like a great fit... We'll laugh.. talk... grow.. it'll be terribly romantic... I'll seem happy.. She'll seem happy.. and then.......
She'll get annoyed... She'll stop thinking I'm funny.. She'll get embarrassed at some social event... Her friend's will hate me.. and she'll start to resent my life style..
in turn....
I'll get annoyed.. I'll get BORED... I'll realize I've never thought she was funny... and I'll always hate her lame ass friends... Especially her closest ones... Badda bing badda boom it's over..
It's just the way it goes for me, I'm afraid..
"She" is not out there.. because "She" doesn't exist... It'll seem at first that "She's" come back into my life.. but after a few good months... "She" will just end up being "Her" again.. and then "I'm" out...
Now listen.. I'm saying all of this with a clear head... Haven't started on the brown liquor yet... It's just the way I think my life works... and I really am fine with it...
Granted life can, and will surprise you.... All I'm saying is...
I doubt it...
ugh,
G.Y.M.
What I wanna talk about is where I'm at now.. What life is for me these days... and what I think it might be for me in the future.. I've been the hopeless romantic... Falling for a pretty young thing... I've been "blinded by the light.. revved up like a douche another boner in the night" or whatever... but I think my tune has changed over the years. I'm not saying I won't ever find love again.. or I'll be alone forever... That's just absurd... but I am saying.. it's basically where I'm going to end up. By myself.. maybe like Clooney, with a pig, living off the coast of Italy... (please god)...but alone none the less...
Listen.. I'm sure I'll have plenty of friends in my life.. I'm sure I'll have a few more love affairs.. but I doubt any will last longer then a year or two... I'm not trying to sound completely hopeless or depressed.. I'm just being realistic... and I'm feeling alright about it.
I like to watch people.. Watch relationships.. How are people surviving their bullshit lives while spending them with another person? denial.. alcohol... fighting.. and stress..
Now that's fine... Stay with your partner... work it out.. make it last.. good years.. bad years.. and all that shit.. but all I can say is.. it's not for me... I don't want to compromise anything in my life.. and this doesn't fly with people..
Specifically the women in my life.. They've wanted me to conform in the past... maybe not at first... Maybe at first they love "who I am" or "how I am"... Crazy, weird, and sarcastic.. but eventually that changes.. This is why I say I'm sure I'll have a few more love affairs.. I'll get into something that seems like a great fit... We'll laugh.. talk... grow.. it'll be terribly romantic... I'll seem happy.. She'll seem happy.. and then.......
She'll get annoyed... She'll stop thinking I'm funny.. She'll get embarrassed at some social event... Her friend's will hate me.. and she'll start to resent my life style..
in turn....
I'll get annoyed.. I'll get BORED... I'll realize I've never thought she was funny... and I'll always hate her lame ass friends... Especially her closest ones... Badda bing badda boom it's over..
It's just the way it goes for me, I'm afraid..
"She" is not out there.. because "She" doesn't exist... It'll seem at first that "She's" come back into my life.. but after a few good months... "She" will just end up being "Her" again.. and then "I'm" out...
Now listen.. I'm saying all of this with a clear head... Haven't started on the brown liquor yet... It's just the way I think my life works... and I really am fine with it...
Granted life can, and will surprise you.... All I'm saying is...
I doubt it...
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Why do you sit so close to me at a movie theater?
I purposely go to the movies during the afternoon in the middle of the week so I don't have to deal with people.. I HATE people. Having to sit with a bunch of strangers in a dark room.. where they feel comfortable enough to laugh, cry or have any other annoying human reaction to something on the screen while sitting WAY to close to me.. is my HELL... But I love going to movies.. For this reason I never go to movies at night or on the weekends... If there's more then 5 people in the theater with me, I'm not happy...
Every once and a while I date a girl who does the "typical" weekend bullshit things... You HAVE to go to a movie theater with her on the weekend... Or shopping or something else annoying... KILL ME NOW is all I have to say. These relationships usually don't last very long...
So.. I go to the movies in the middle of the day where I'm guaranteed to miss the crowds.. However, there is a down side to this avoidance strategy.. Although there are fewer people.. The ones that show are FUCKING AWFUL.. Either lonely single middle aged woman desperate for something to do so they still feel like part of society... The "Grey Hairs".. Most likely two old bitches going for their weekly movie date.... (Gladice and Gurtrude are out to gab and do so through the ENTIRE MOVIE.) And then of course there's the fatties that hide in the dark while they eat their GIANT popcorn, massive diet coke, disgusting nachos, and some kind of cina-bon artery clogging sugar shit...
I don't mind it half the time because there are so few of us there... BUT.. these weirdos have a tendency to sit right behind or in front of me in an EMPTY theater.. WHAT THE FUCK.. Why would you want to sit that close to someone to begin with let alone in an empty theater?
Talking, eating, and just breathing too loud is enough to make me snap... I've taken to sitting at the back of the theater these days... Praying these assholes are too fat or old to climb the steps to get anywhere near me.. but still you'll get that one moron who doesn't recognize the fact that I want to put my fucking feet on the seat in front of me and they should NOT SIT THERE!!!
I've waited out the opening weekend of this movie... ignored the fact that tickets are WAY too expensive.. and I've wasted a perfectly beautiful sunny day outside to sit in a cold dark theater... ALONE... I've earned my 8 seat radius of NO FREAKS...
Don't sit so god damn close, dick head! Why are you ruining my life?
UGH,
G.Y.M.
Every once and a while I date a girl who does the "typical" weekend bullshit things... You HAVE to go to a movie theater with her on the weekend... Or shopping or something else annoying... KILL ME NOW is all I have to say. These relationships usually don't last very long...
So.. I go to the movies in the middle of the day where I'm guaranteed to miss the crowds.. However, there is a down side to this avoidance strategy.. Although there are fewer people.. The ones that show are FUCKING AWFUL.. Either lonely single middle aged woman desperate for something to do so they still feel like part of society... The "Grey Hairs".. Most likely two old bitches going for their weekly movie date.... (Gladice and Gurtrude are out to gab and do so through the ENTIRE MOVIE.) And then of course there's the fatties that hide in the dark while they eat their GIANT popcorn, massive diet coke, disgusting nachos, and some kind of cina-bon artery clogging sugar shit...
I don't mind it half the time because there are so few of us there... BUT.. these weirdos have a tendency to sit right behind or in front of me in an EMPTY theater.. WHAT THE FUCK.. Why would you want to sit that close to someone to begin with let alone in an empty theater?
Talking, eating, and just breathing too loud is enough to make me snap... I've taken to sitting at the back of the theater these days... Praying these assholes are too fat or old to climb the steps to get anywhere near me.. but still you'll get that one moron who doesn't recognize the fact that I want to put my fucking feet on the seat in front of me and they should NOT SIT THERE!!!
I've waited out the opening weekend of this movie... ignored the fact that tickets are WAY too expensive.. and I've wasted a perfectly beautiful sunny day outside to sit in a cold dark theater... ALONE... I've earned my 8 seat radius of NO FREAKS...
Don't sit so god damn close, dick head! Why are you ruining my life?
UGH,
G.Y.M.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I hate 95% of you... it's a fact.
I'm sitting in a restaurant/cafe (or whatever) listening to the atypical morons of the world. Already ordered and I can't escape. There will come a time where your ipod dies, or whoever you're sitting with makes a trip to the bathroom. There you are stuck listening to a conversation about bicycles, poker, sushi or in my case, a theater group presenting a musical about less then common Shakespearean plays. WHAT THE FUCK!?!
Here's a little tidbit of what I'm being subjected to.
Dink-head#1 "It's going to be called " The book is dead. Long live the book". It'll be a musical"
Dink-head#2 " Oh, how interesting"
Dink-head#1 "Yeah. I mean not your typical Shakespeare stuff... you know? You won't be hearing any Hamlet.. (annoying laugh) or anything like that?"
Dink-head#2 "Wow, it sounds great."
Dink-head#1 "When we decided "no Hamlet " we all started doing the monologue. You know? The famous monologue To Be or Not to Be... All at the same time... It was really funny"..
Me "NO IT WASN'T, IDIOT!!! THERE WAS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT THAT!!! NOTHING! NOTHING! FUCKING NOTHING!!!!!" then my head exploded. (that last part may or may not have happened)
Great. Ok fine. I know... like what you're going to like... don't be so judgmental.. Live and let live.. right... blah blah blah.. but it just confirms my suspicions.
Every once in a blue moon I'll start to feel like I'm being too harsh. I'm really not giving people the benefit of the doubt or I think everyone has something to offer... everyone is equal... then this kind of shit smacks me in the face and I wake up...
Take these two for instance. I would rather get hit square in the sac by a golf ball then have to talk to these two tards for more then 30 seconds.
Sitting there across from each other with there weird over grown mutton-chops and man-pony tails... I hate them. I don't know them but I know deep down... I hate them. This might seem wrong to a lot of you but it just feels so right to me.
95% of the population I can't deal with on a daily basis and 98% (as discussed by Jerry around season 5) are UN-DATABLE... It's a proven fact.. at least in my life it is.
I think this might have finally become a problem for me. It's a social disease. I have severe trouble carrying on any form of small talk without resorting to full sarcasm. It takes me about 20 to 30 seconds before I can't stand talking to you. From there it's all about enjoying my time so I start to mock you. It's subtle at first but spend too much time with me and I just become full out mean.
It's really nothing against you. It's just that I'm bored and you suck. I'm sure you're a very nice person. I'm sure you do really good things for needy people.. but here's the thing.. I don't care. Unless you start to make me laugh or throw the sarcasm right back at me... I'll eventually get bored and move on. If you do throw it back... I'm in heaven.
I'm pretty sure therapy would be a good start but who has the time or money? I know I'd hate my therapist and end up mocking him too.
The only solution for me now is to leave this restaurant and hope I never run into these two dink-heads ever again. If by some far off chance someone somehow figures out a way to get me and these two in a room together... where by I'm forced to have a conversation with either of them for more then 30 seconds... get your golf clubs ready cause I'm taking a Titleist to the gonads to get out of it... Try me.
UGH
G.Y.M.
Here's a little tidbit of what I'm being subjected to.
Dink-head#1 "It's going to be called " The book is dead. Long live the book". It'll be a musical"
Dink-head#2 " Oh, how interesting"
Dink-head#1 "Yeah. I mean not your typical Shakespeare stuff... you know? You won't be hearing any Hamlet.. (annoying laugh) or anything like that?"
Dink-head#2 "Wow, it sounds great."
Dink-head#1 "When we decided "no Hamlet " we all started doing the monologue. You know? The famous monologue To Be or Not to Be... All at the same time... It was really funny"..
Me "NO IT WASN'T, IDIOT!!! THERE WAS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT THAT!!! NOTHING! NOTHING! FUCKING NOTHING!!!!!" then my head exploded. (that last part may or may not have happened)
Great. Ok fine. I know... like what you're going to like... don't be so judgmental.. Live and let live.. right... blah blah blah.. but it just confirms my suspicions.
Every once in a blue moon I'll start to feel like I'm being too harsh. I'm really not giving people the benefit of the doubt or I think everyone has something to offer... everyone is equal... then this kind of shit smacks me in the face and I wake up...
Take these two for instance. I would rather get hit square in the sac by a golf ball then have to talk to these two tards for more then 30 seconds.
Sitting there across from each other with there weird over grown mutton-chops and man-pony tails... I hate them. I don't know them but I know deep down... I hate them. This might seem wrong to a lot of you but it just feels so right to me.
95% of the population I can't deal with on a daily basis and 98% (as discussed by Jerry around season 5) are UN-DATABLE... It's a proven fact.. at least in my life it is.
I think this might have finally become a problem for me. It's a social disease. I have severe trouble carrying on any form of small talk without resorting to full sarcasm. It takes me about 20 to 30 seconds before I can't stand talking to you. From there it's all about enjoying my time so I start to mock you. It's subtle at first but spend too much time with me and I just become full out mean.
It's really nothing against you. It's just that I'm bored and you suck. I'm sure you're a very nice person. I'm sure you do really good things for needy people.. but here's the thing.. I don't care. Unless you start to make me laugh or throw the sarcasm right back at me... I'll eventually get bored and move on. If you do throw it back... I'm in heaven.
I'm pretty sure therapy would be a good start but who has the time or money? I know I'd hate my therapist and end up mocking him too.
The only solution for me now is to leave this restaurant and hope I never run into these two dink-heads ever again. If by some far off chance someone somehow figures out a way to get me and these two in a room together... where by I'm forced to have a conversation with either of them for more then 30 seconds... get your golf clubs ready cause I'm taking a Titleist to the gonads to get out of it... Try me.
UGH
G.Y.M.
Monday, June 22, 2009
DJ = DUMBASS-JOB
Alright.. I know a lot of you people are going to have a problem with this entry.. but it has to be said... and I'm a dick who doesn't really care what you think.
I'm so fucking sick of this obsession with DJs... What is it? Why is everyone in love with the latest douche bag DJ with a "kooky" DJ name? Like DJ-Pajamas, DJ-pickle-breath, DJ-SUCK MY WEEN!! ugh...
Ok.. DJs... I get why they exist... We need music.. They provide a bar/party with fun shit to dance to.. great... well done... BUT .. HOW HARD IS THAT!? I can push play on my ipod just like the next idiot... "Oh, what's that you say? You want the music to be mixed up?" well thank god my Ipod has a fucking SHUFFLE FUNCTION!!! I can spend my afternoon putting together a "kick ass" playlist too.. but maybe I shouldn't since.. I'm not a professional DJ... I might get in trouble.
YEAH YEAH.. there's more to it.. I've heard your bullshit argument before.. LAME!!! is my only response.
Right.. ok.. people remix songs.. I can see the talent needed for this.. I can see that this takes a certain "musicality".. or "ear" if you will... Also knowing how to run the programs to layer sounds.. Slowing a track down, adding some wicked-ass-beats.. or whatever the fuck.. but DJing does NOT take talent... This is why I don't understand the obsession...
"OH.. We NEED to go spend twenty bucks to get into some crap bar because DJ- skilttly-dick-weed is SPINNING!!!!"
FUCK YOU!!!! WHO CARES!!!!!!!!!
Again.. I'm not negating that this job should exist.. People want to listen to the latest dick head remix of some gay GaGa song... or hear some random old Pharcyde that they haven't heard for years...(I know I do) But why idolize these idiots?
I know, I know.. Some of you people reading this thing are "DJs"... but you're most likely also "musicians" or have other shit going on in your life... You DJ cause it's good money and fat old bar owners are willing to pay you WAY too much to do it.. Good on ya.. keep rollin' with it..
I'm strictly talking about the "professional" DJs of the world.. The ones that tour around the country playing crap bars with retardedly expensive covers..
The only reason they score these gigs is because they constantly badger everybody on facebook and twitter with "EVENTS" or "GROUPS"... Saying "DJ- dic-lic-dip-stic is playing the Bovine Bar.. Sick old skool Hip-Hop... Come dance your skinny jeans off.. featuring DJ titt-burger"
and then a bunch of 22 year old scenesters spread that shit .. "OH!? DJ-titt-burger is going to be there?" " Yeah.. I know, right? I'm TOTES wearing my deepest V!!!"
MORONS!!!!!!
Here's the lesson everyone.. Just because some dick head makes up an annoying DJ name.. plays some great old school hip-hop that everybody remembers from junior high and can generate interest from a bunch of 22 year old scenesters doesn't MEAN SHIT!!!!!
Stop idolizing these dick-heads... it's pathetic.. just start drinking too much and becoming overly cranky and critical... like me...
It's way more fun..
UGH
G.Y.M.
I'm so fucking sick of this obsession with DJs... What is it? Why is everyone in love with the latest douche bag DJ with a "kooky" DJ name? Like DJ-Pajamas, DJ-pickle-breath, DJ-SUCK MY WEEN!! ugh...
Ok.. DJs... I get why they exist... We need music.. They provide a bar/party with fun shit to dance to.. great... well done... BUT .. HOW HARD IS THAT!? I can push play on my ipod just like the next idiot... "Oh, what's that you say? You want the music to be mixed up?" well thank god my Ipod has a fucking SHUFFLE FUNCTION!!! I can spend my afternoon putting together a "kick ass" playlist too.. but maybe I shouldn't since.. I'm not a professional DJ... I might get in trouble.
YEAH YEAH.. there's more to it.. I've heard your bullshit argument before.. LAME!!! is my only response.
Right.. ok.. people remix songs.. I can see the talent needed for this.. I can see that this takes a certain "musicality".. or "ear" if you will... Also knowing how to run the programs to layer sounds.. Slowing a track down, adding some wicked-ass-beats.. or whatever the fuck.. but DJing does NOT take talent... This is why I don't understand the obsession...
"OH.. We NEED to go spend twenty bucks to get into some crap bar because DJ- skilttly-dick-weed is SPINNING!!!!"
FUCK YOU!!!! WHO CARES!!!!!!!!!
Again.. I'm not negating that this job should exist.. People want to listen to the latest dick head remix of some gay GaGa song... or hear some random old Pharcyde that they haven't heard for years...(I know I do) But why idolize these idiots?
I know, I know.. Some of you people reading this thing are "DJs"... but you're most likely also "musicians" or have other shit going on in your life... You DJ cause it's good money and fat old bar owners are willing to pay you WAY too much to do it.. Good on ya.. keep rollin' with it..
I'm strictly talking about the "professional" DJs of the world.. The ones that tour around the country playing crap bars with retardedly expensive covers..
The only reason they score these gigs is because they constantly badger everybody on facebook and twitter with "EVENTS" or "GROUPS"... Saying "DJ- dic-lic-dip-stic is playing the Bovine Bar.. Sick old skool Hip-Hop... Come dance your skinny jeans off.. featuring DJ titt-burger"
and then a bunch of 22 year old scenesters spread that shit .. "OH!? DJ-titt-burger is going to be there?" " Yeah.. I know, right? I'm TOTES wearing my deepest V!!!"
MORONS!!!!!!
Here's the lesson everyone.. Just because some dick head makes up an annoying DJ name.. plays some great old school hip-hop that everybody remembers from junior high and can generate interest from a bunch of 22 year old scenesters doesn't MEAN SHIT!!!!!
Stop idolizing these dick-heads... it's pathetic.. just start drinking too much and becoming overly cranky and critical... like me...
It's way more fun..
UGH
G.Y.M.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
So your full sleeve tattoo isn't cool anymore? WHOOPS!
I'm really looking forward to this day... Over the past 5 or so years the douche bags of the world have been going a little over board when it comes to tattooing their bodies... Covering every inch like they're a side show freak from a 1930's carnival.. oh.. You better stretch your earlobes out too.. cause then.. and only then will you be "too cool for school".. are you really that starved for attention or were you actually asked to join some African tribe where giant disgusting earlobes is a rite of passage for a young man?
I'm all for some cool tatts.. I think their great.. but come on.. Every asshole on the street these days has a fucking full sleeve.. Why? Do you really think when you're 60 you're going to be into your weird japanese dragon eating a phrase from your favorite obscure book?... Some quote that you think no one else has read.. because you're sooooo fucking original... you're so original that you only dress the way everyone else is dressing... cause god forbid you don't fit in? Oh, wait.. that's the oposite of originality.. idiot.
These god damn morrons with the neck tattoos? You're 23 and have an internship at some graphic design company and you're sooo fucking street that you need a NECK TATT? what the fuck? Unless you've done a stint at Rikers or you've shot someone in Compton.. DON'T GET A NECK TATTOO!!!!!
Alright I'm not here to tell people what to do... but really.. come on.. Full sleeves, neck tatts, huge earlobes.... ugh... I'm really not sayin' "Hey hippy, cut that hair".. but it's not even the minority anymore.. It's every asshole with an arts degree.. It's every dick head who's ever been to CBGB's... It's every douche bag who move's to a "big city" and immediatly believes " OH.. I BELONG HERE"... well let me be the first to say... no you don't.... HA...
My goal for the day.. walk up to the first dick head wearing a fedora, tight black jeans, who has a neck tatt and huge earlobes.. punch them square in the throat and scream.. YOU'RE FATHER NEVER LOVED YOU!!!" I guess then we'll see who's "street".. asshole
ugh,
G.Y.M.
I'm all for some cool tatts.. I think their great.. but come on.. Every asshole on the street these days has a fucking full sleeve.. Why? Do you really think when you're 60 you're going to be into your weird japanese dragon eating a phrase from your favorite obscure book?... Some quote that you think no one else has read.. because you're sooooo fucking original... you're so original that you only dress the way everyone else is dressing... cause god forbid you don't fit in? Oh, wait.. that's the oposite of originality.. idiot.
These god damn morrons with the neck tattoos? You're 23 and have an internship at some graphic design company and you're sooo fucking street that you need a NECK TATT? what the fuck? Unless you've done a stint at Rikers or you've shot someone in Compton.. DON'T GET A NECK TATTOO!!!!!
Alright I'm not here to tell people what to do... but really.. come on.. Full sleeves, neck tatts, huge earlobes.... ugh... I'm really not sayin' "Hey hippy, cut that hair".. but it's not even the minority anymore.. It's every asshole with an arts degree.. It's every dick head who's ever been to CBGB's... It's every douche bag who move's to a "big city" and immediatly believes " OH.. I BELONG HERE"... well let me be the first to say... no you don't.... HA...
My goal for the day.. walk up to the first dick head wearing a fedora, tight black jeans, who has a neck tatt and huge earlobes.. punch them square in the throat and scream.. YOU'RE FATHER NEVER LOVED YOU!!!" I guess then we'll see who's "street".. asshole
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Ways my life would be easier if I didn't like vaginas...
SO.
I'm convinced my mom wanted a gay son.. There are three of us.. and I'm the youngest (slash best looking.. HOLA).. So.. she pops out three boys... OF COURSE she wants the last one to be gay.. who else is she going to shop with, cook with and talk about The View with.? While all my buddies played hockey, mom dropped me into dance classes.. unbeknownst to her I was more interested in the fact that I was surrounded by girls in tights then freezing my ass of with my buddies on the hockey field.. (they play it on a field, right?) Anyway... Being gay as a male dancer seems like it would have just been the easier route... All the teasing and taunting would have made sense if I actually was gay.. but unfortunately for my mom, it didn't take.
Gays 1 - Vaginas 0
Relationships... I'm pretty well versed in the world of gay monogamy.. A lot of my closest friend's love the cock.. I would never negate the fact that romantic relationships; gay, straight or other wise are difficult... But.. for me.. (just me) having to deal with the oposite sex seems to be a little more confusing... I think the gays have it a little easier in this case... Granted they get the short stick on plenty of other things.. but that's not what we're talking about here.. so fuck off..
Things they have going for them in a relationship: They double the wardrobe, they're very familiar with the "equipment" down below (you're never going to get a bad blowjob) and most importantly they don't have to deal with WOMEN! the crazy shit when it's comes to women.. the pasive-aggresive-fuck-with-you-even-though-we're-broken-up-shit.. that drives every straight man crazy at some point in their life. The only women the gays have to deal with are their fat fag hags that don't shut up about why they "can't find a man".. but then spend all their time fawning over their gay counterparts rather then hitting the gym and putting down the cookie dough. The gays can just ignore or ditch these women cause they aren't trying to sleep with them...
Gays 2 - Vaginas 0
I've witnessed first hand the "hook up"... A gay guy can literally smile at another guy.. This guy will cross a crowded bar to see "what's up?".. One guy will go.. "Hey.. you wanna go do it?" The other guy will say "yeah"... and then they go and DO IT.. this does NOT happen in the straight world... it takes FAR more work.. and usually it's not worth the money, time, and effort you put into it. Lucky gays...
Gays 3 - Vaginas 0
Now I know a lot of you are thinking.. wow. .this guy is a closet case and should just get out there and start chuggin' ween.. but it's not something I'm interested in.. I've been given every opportunity in my life to switch teams but like it says at the beggining of this blog. I like vaginas.. I suppose liking vaginas is the cross I'll have to bear.. (too religious? ) So.. even though the Gays have it 3 to 0 over vaginas.. Vaginas still win.. you know why? cause they're wonderful...
It's just too bad they're somtimes wrapped in boring and sprinkled with crazy...
ugh,
G.Y.M.
I'm convinced my mom wanted a gay son.. There are three of us.. and I'm the youngest (slash best looking.. HOLA).. So.. she pops out three boys... OF COURSE she wants the last one to be gay.. who else is she going to shop with, cook with and talk about The View with.? While all my buddies played hockey, mom dropped me into dance classes.. unbeknownst to her I was more interested in the fact that I was surrounded by girls in tights then freezing my ass of with my buddies on the hockey field.. (they play it on a field, right?) Anyway... Being gay as a male dancer seems like it would have just been the easier route... All the teasing and taunting would have made sense if I actually was gay.. but unfortunately for my mom, it didn't take.
Gays 1 - Vaginas 0
Relationships... I'm pretty well versed in the world of gay monogamy.. A lot of my closest friend's love the cock.. I would never negate the fact that romantic relationships; gay, straight or other wise are difficult... But.. for me.. (just me) having to deal with the oposite sex seems to be a little more confusing... I think the gays have it a little easier in this case... Granted they get the short stick on plenty of other things.. but that's not what we're talking about here.. so fuck off..
Things they have going for them in a relationship: They double the wardrobe, they're very familiar with the "equipment" down below (you're never going to get a bad blowjob) and most importantly they don't have to deal with WOMEN! the crazy shit when it's comes to women.. the pasive-aggresive-fuck-with-you-even-though-we're-broken-up-shit.. that drives every straight man crazy at some point in their life. The only women the gays have to deal with are their fat fag hags that don't shut up about why they "can't find a man".. but then spend all their time fawning over their gay counterparts rather then hitting the gym and putting down the cookie dough. The gays can just ignore or ditch these women cause they aren't trying to sleep with them...
Gays 2 - Vaginas 0
I've witnessed first hand the "hook up"... A gay guy can literally smile at another guy.. This guy will cross a crowded bar to see "what's up?".. One guy will go.. "Hey.. you wanna go do it?" The other guy will say "yeah"... and then they go and DO IT.. this does NOT happen in the straight world... it takes FAR more work.. and usually it's not worth the money, time, and effort you put into it. Lucky gays...
Gays 3 - Vaginas 0
Now I know a lot of you are thinking.. wow. .this guy is a closet case and should just get out there and start chuggin' ween.. but it's not something I'm interested in.. I've been given every opportunity in my life to switch teams but like it says at the beggining of this blog. I like vaginas.. I suppose liking vaginas is the cross I'll have to bear.. (too religious? ) So.. even though the Gays have it 3 to 0 over vaginas.. Vaginas still win.. you know why? cause they're wonderful...
It's just too bad they're somtimes wrapped in boring and sprinkled with crazy...
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sex-Ed from a Douche
Is it just me? When did guys figure out how to talk to women? Girls? Broads? Sluts? ... ladies?
Did I miss that day in junior high? The day the Sex Ed teacher takes the girls into the other room and some douche bag comes in from off the street. He smells of Drakkar Noir and Jager bombs. Struts in with his tight fitted dress shirt and over priced jeans, ready to tell us what's what.
I assume this Douche proceeded to teach the class room how to "pick women up". Teaching them how to say the most ridiculous things to get the attention from a pretty girl. He instilled the retarded-confidence that allowed these young men to NEVER feel uncomfortable, anxious, or awkward when asking women if they're into "working out" or "good music".
For me it seems like every other idiot in the world was there for that class. I go through life with an overwhelming social anxiety that can only be cured with substance abuse. I know I should try yoga, or pilates but... fuck you. I don't want to. I'd rather continue to make sarcastic remarks, or inapropriate jokes and drink. That being said.. I don't know how these other dudes do it.
All I ever hear from girls is how they get hit on constantly. Out on the street, on the subway, at the grocery store. Who are these guys and how are they doing this? I'm not saying I want to be like them.. or want to "do what the do".. but I'd just like to know how they learnt this skill. How they figured out that whistling or sucking air through their teeth could get the attention of a pretty young thing. I'm assuming from that point they strike up a conversation, head out for an afternoon coffee and make plans for the up coming weekend. I don't really know.
This time honored tradition of douche-baggery will never end.. and I'm fine with that. It's just something I'd like to understand a little better. Why didn't I learn this skill? Where was I that day in Junior high? Do I have the ability but just don't know access it? Could I strike up a conversation with some moronic girl at the bar? Pretend to care about ANYTHING they have to say... Actually keep this terrible conversation going long enough without wanting to kill myself from boredom in the hopes of "gettin' some"? Or will I never learn?
I am a slow learner.
UGH,
G.Y.M.
Did I miss that day in junior high? The day the Sex Ed teacher takes the girls into the other room and some douche bag comes in from off the street. He smells of Drakkar Noir and Jager bombs. Struts in with his tight fitted dress shirt and over priced jeans, ready to tell us what's what.
I assume this Douche proceeded to teach the class room how to "pick women up". Teaching them how to say the most ridiculous things to get the attention from a pretty girl. He instilled the retarded-confidence that allowed these young men to NEVER feel uncomfortable, anxious, or awkward when asking women if they're into "working out" or "good music".
For me it seems like every other idiot in the world was there for that class. I go through life with an overwhelming social anxiety that can only be cured with substance abuse. I know I should try yoga, or pilates but... fuck you. I don't want to. I'd rather continue to make sarcastic remarks, or inapropriate jokes and drink. That being said.. I don't know how these other dudes do it.
All I ever hear from girls is how they get hit on constantly. Out on the street, on the subway, at the grocery store. Who are these guys and how are they doing this? I'm not saying I want to be like them.. or want to "do what the do".. but I'd just like to know how they learnt this skill. How they figured out that whistling or sucking air through their teeth could get the attention of a pretty young thing. I'm assuming from that point they strike up a conversation, head out for an afternoon coffee and make plans for the up coming weekend. I don't really know.
This time honored tradition of douche-baggery will never end.. and I'm fine with that. It's just something I'd like to understand a little better. Why didn't I learn this skill? Where was I that day in Junior high? Do I have the ability but just don't know access it? Could I strike up a conversation with some moronic girl at the bar? Pretend to care about ANYTHING they have to say... Actually keep this terrible conversation going long enough without wanting to kill myself from boredom in the hopes of "gettin' some"? Or will I never learn?
I am a slow learner.
UGH,
G.Y.M.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Hate Love Hate - relationship
I have some issues with my neighborhood.. There's plenty of crap I love about it.. TONS I HATE.. but why not spread some love today for a change?
I love that while walking to grab my morning coffee.. I'll most likely run into a crazy person from the local metal health rehab center around the corner... I'm thankful that there are places like this that can care for people with mental health problems... I'm thankful that the stigma surrounding mental health issues has substantially been reduced in our society.. BUT I'm even more thankful that every once and a while I'll see a man wearing a tankini, moon boots, and false eyelashes singing Owner of a Lonely Heart to a brick wall... It always makes for an interesting morning.
I love that the playground directly across the street from my house is constantly full of the most annoying Portuguese kids on the face of this planet.. I love that I get to hear "Fuck you, Guy" "kiss my ass, Chief" and "What are you, some kind of Fagot?" from nine year old's all day long.. It's never a dull moment on my deck.
and finally.. i love that every weekend I get to watch the annoying 905ers (that's suberb bitches for those of you who don't know) pile into the over-priced-douche-bag-bars that surround my house. Scream at each other in their weird guido-esk accents and pile right back into their cars for a "safe" drive home.. I enjoy fucking with drunk people and I always have the pick of the litter just steps from my front door.
I love this place.. kinda
ugh,
G.Y.M.
I love that while walking to grab my morning coffee.. I'll most likely run into a crazy person from the local metal health rehab center around the corner... I'm thankful that there are places like this that can care for people with mental health problems... I'm thankful that the stigma surrounding mental health issues has substantially been reduced in our society.. BUT I'm even more thankful that every once and a while I'll see a man wearing a tankini, moon boots, and false eyelashes singing Owner of a Lonely Heart to a brick wall... It always makes for an interesting morning.
I love that the playground directly across the street from my house is constantly full of the most annoying Portuguese kids on the face of this planet.. I love that I get to hear "Fuck you, Guy" "kiss my ass, Chief" and "What are you, some kind of Fagot?" from nine year old's all day long.. It's never a dull moment on my deck.
and finally.. i love that every weekend I get to watch the annoying 905ers (that's suberb bitches for those of you who don't know) pile into the over-priced-douche-bag-bars that surround my house. Scream at each other in their weird guido-esk accents and pile right back into their cars for a "safe" drive home.. I enjoy fucking with drunk people and I always have the pick of the litter just steps from my front door.
I love this place.. kinda
ugh,
G.Y.M.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Just Say THANK YOU.. FUCK
I've admitted that I'm an asshole. It's true. I'm a jackass that enjoys a good laugh... A lot of the time at expense of someone else... but this doesn't mean I'm not a nice guy.
I think it's important for people to laugh at others and roll with it when people laugh at them. It's a good way to go through life. Everything becomes a joke and people take the piss out of each other.. This is the world I want to live in at least. I've said it before and I'll say it again. If people were more like Larry David this place would be a lot more fun.
BUT here's the thing.
As much as I'm an asshole, I enjoy common courtesies. I like being polite when people are serving me my food or I like allowing a woman to go a head of me in line... Helping with a stroller down a flight of stairs.. these are things I like to do.. not patting myself on the back here.. it's just how I was raised... It makes me feel like a human being.
SO.. When someone opens a door for you, you say "Thank you" or "Thanks".. you don't do what so many old bitchy Portuguese women do in my area... which is grunt and waddle past you... making sure not to look you in the eye. What the fuck is that? How hard is it to say "Thank you, young man." ? Stupid cunts... I mean I've lived in some big cities and I know people can get in their own worlds.. but come on.. fuck
It's like people are scared to interact with each other. They don't strike up conversations with their grocery store check out lady anymore.. I have a GREAT one.. I talk with her every time I hit the Dominion on College street. Her name's Sharon and she's a GEM!.. She always has something funny to say and I like to throw it right back... She'll tell me about her recent trip to Mexico and I'll ask her how many tequila shots it took her to get topless and dance on a bar. She LOVES it and laughs her ass off. She's always telling me about her kids... asking what's new in my world.. We have 53 seconds together.. enjoy each others company and we move on.. I LOVE IT.. but.. Sharon is a rare being.. usually when you try and strike up a conversation with a teller or the guy at the gas station they look at you like you farted in their mouth...
listen. I get working a bullshit job is a pain in the ass.. You don't want some punk giving you a hard time.. but fucking lighten up people.. Say thank you next time someone holds the door. Ask your coffee barista how their weekend was.. fucking talk to people and make some jokes..
And the next time some old Japanese lady pushes her way on the subway and nails you with her plastic bags without saying "excuse me" or "sorry". I give you full permission to punch that bitch in the face.
UGH
G.Y.M.
I think it's important for people to laugh at others and roll with it when people laugh at them. It's a good way to go through life. Everything becomes a joke and people take the piss out of each other.. This is the world I want to live in at least. I've said it before and I'll say it again. If people were more like Larry David this place would be a lot more fun.
BUT here's the thing.
As much as I'm an asshole, I enjoy common courtesies. I like being polite when people are serving me my food or I like allowing a woman to go a head of me in line... Helping with a stroller down a flight of stairs.. these are things I like to do.. not patting myself on the back here.. it's just how I was raised... It makes me feel like a human being.
SO.. When someone opens a door for you, you say "Thank you" or "Thanks".. you don't do what so many old bitchy Portuguese women do in my area... which is grunt and waddle past you... making sure not to look you in the eye. What the fuck is that? How hard is it to say "Thank you, young man." ? Stupid cunts... I mean I've lived in some big cities and I know people can get in their own worlds.. but come on.. fuck
It's like people are scared to interact with each other. They don't strike up conversations with their grocery store check out lady anymore.. I have a GREAT one.. I talk with her every time I hit the Dominion on College street. Her name's Sharon and she's a GEM!.. She always has something funny to say and I like to throw it right back... She'll tell me about her recent trip to Mexico and I'll ask her how many tequila shots it took her to get topless and dance on a bar. She LOVES it and laughs her ass off. She's always telling me about her kids... asking what's new in my world.. We have 53 seconds together.. enjoy each others company and we move on.. I LOVE IT.. but.. Sharon is a rare being.. usually when you try and strike up a conversation with a teller or the guy at the gas station they look at you like you farted in their mouth...
listen. I get working a bullshit job is a pain in the ass.. You don't want some punk giving you a hard time.. but fucking lighten up people.. Say thank you next time someone holds the door. Ask your coffee barista how their weekend was.. fucking talk to people and make some jokes..
And the next time some old Japanese lady pushes her way on the subway and nails you with her plastic bags without saying "excuse me" or "sorry". I give you full permission to punch that bitch in the face.
UGH
G.Y.M.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Talking at a party...
"Do you prefer the over or under when it comes to your toilet paper roll hanging method?" "What's you're favorite type of chip... brand and flavor?" "Can you poop in a public bathroom?"...
You see.. to me these are completely appropriate conversation starters at a party or bar or whatever... I'd much rather hear your reasoning to why you think the "over the top" toilet paper hang is preferable to the underneath method... But when I try and start these conversations while I'm "out" it's usually returned with a lack luster response...
Either people give the one word answer, or just ignore the question all together... Desperately looking for someone more "interesting" to talk to than me... What is that? These are the things I wanna talk about... If you can find the 2% of people that will respond to one of these questions enthusiastically or even throw back with an even more retarded topic of conversation.. then in my opinion you've found someone you wanna talk to at a party...
Now granted I admittedly do not like most people... maybe it's because I have severe social anxiety or maybe it's because people are just fucking boring... I'm sure it's my own fault.. this is why I self medicate with brown liquids... but maybe it's not my fault.
Maybe I'm just an asshole (well I am an asshole) but at least I know I'm an asshole... but fuck! why are people so stuck up.. why can't people roll with it? Just take the piss out of each other and laugh about it? I'll mock people to their face in the hopes that they'll throw it right back at me.. Why is that wrong?
I dunno.. I suppose I have a problem with insecurity and this is the reason I choose to make fun of others... I sincerely don't wanna make someone feel bad... but I do wanna make myself laugh (Oh the dichotomy) ... I guess I do it 'cause it helps keep me sane.. (or whatever)
PLEASE! If someone comes up to you at a party and asks "If you could punch one person in the face right now and get away with it... who would it be?".. JUST ENTERTAIN THE FUCKING QUESTION... because whoever asked you... is really fun and you're going to wanna continue talking to them at this party.. and if you don't.. then you're the rest of 98% of douche bags out there and you should just give up... so.. don't be a douche.. be an ass!
ugh
G.Y.M.
You see.. to me these are completely appropriate conversation starters at a party or bar or whatever... I'd much rather hear your reasoning to why you think the "over the top" toilet paper hang is preferable to the underneath method... But when I try and start these conversations while I'm "out" it's usually returned with a lack luster response...
Either people give the one word answer, or just ignore the question all together... Desperately looking for someone more "interesting" to talk to than me... What is that? These are the things I wanna talk about... If you can find the 2% of people that will respond to one of these questions enthusiastically or even throw back with an even more retarded topic of conversation.. then in my opinion you've found someone you wanna talk to at a party...
Now granted I admittedly do not like most people... maybe it's because I have severe social anxiety or maybe it's because people are just fucking boring... I'm sure it's my own fault.. this is why I self medicate with brown liquids... but maybe it's not my fault.
Maybe I'm just an asshole (well I am an asshole) but at least I know I'm an asshole... but fuck! why are people so stuck up.. why can't people roll with it? Just take the piss out of each other and laugh about it? I'll mock people to their face in the hopes that they'll throw it right back at me.. Why is that wrong?
I dunno.. I suppose I have a problem with insecurity and this is the reason I choose to make fun of others... I sincerely don't wanna make someone feel bad... but I do wanna make myself laugh (Oh the dichotomy) ... I guess I do it 'cause it helps keep me sane.. (or whatever)
PLEASE! If someone comes up to you at a party and asks "If you could punch one person in the face right now and get away with it... who would it be?".. JUST ENTERTAIN THE FUCKING QUESTION... because whoever asked you... is really fun and you're going to wanna continue talking to them at this party.. and if you don't.. then you're the rest of 98% of douche bags out there and you should just give up... so.. don't be a douche.. be an ass!
ugh
G.Y.M.
Self-FUCKING-checkout
SO. These god damn “self check out” machines are REALLY starting to piss me off. It’s fucking retarded. Why do I need to do this myself? Why do I have to listen to the fucking computer telling me what to do next. I’m not only paying for the product I’m purchasing from your store, I’m also paying for the experience.
The experience of you fucking scanning my item, asking for money, and placing the item either in a bag along with my receipt or simply handing it back to me. I FUCKING HATE doing any of those things my self.
That’s complaint number ONE with these fucking machines.. Now for numero dose!
They never fucking work. You scan your item and then you’re suppose to place the item on a scale so the computer knows you’re finished scanning? This doesn’t work.
You scan it and then this cock-sucking machine says “Please wait for assistance”. Now these dumbass employees (who NEVER know how to work the machines them selves) have to come over and see “what’s-da-matter”. They scan their little key chain things over the screen and reset it. They then take the thing you wanna buy, scan it themselves, run back over to their little “pedestal-look-out-computer” areas punch some numbers and then finally you're allowed to pay. Instead of a fucking cashier just scanning it (and the rest of it) I have to go through this whole retarded "song and dance" that takes 3 times as long because this 1 cashier is looking over 4 “self check out” stalls. She’s running around helping out every other douche bag (like me) because these fucking things DO NOT WORK!!!!!
These companies think they’re saving money by using computers in the place of people and I’m sure people are losing their jobs because of it... During a depression this also sucks my left nut... People need jobs...
So do us all a favor.. Throw these fucking self check out machines out the window, hire a couple pimple faced, braces wearing, bigboobed, teenagers (I threw in bigboobed for my own mental picture.. deal with it) and lets fucking end this annoying faze of the “self check out”.. PLEASE.. ugh
G.Y.M.
The experience of you fucking scanning my item, asking for money, and placing the item either in a bag along with my receipt or simply handing it back to me. I FUCKING HATE doing any of those things my self.
That’s complaint number ONE with these fucking machines.. Now for numero dose!
They never fucking work. You scan your item and then you’re suppose to place the item on a scale so the computer knows you’re finished scanning? This doesn’t work.
You scan it and then this cock-sucking machine says “Please wait for assistance”. Now these dumbass employees (who NEVER know how to work the machines them selves) have to come over and see “what’s-da-matter”. They scan their little key chain things over the screen and reset it. They then take the thing you wanna buy, scan it themselves, run back over to their little “pedestal-look-out-compute
These companies think they’re saving money by using computers in the place of people and I’m sure people are losing their jobs because of it... During a depression this also sucks my left nut... People need jobs...
So do us all a favor.. Throw these fucking self check out machines out the window, hire a couple pimple faced, braces wearing, bigboobed, teenagers (I threw in bigboobed for my own mental picture.. deal with it) and lets fucking end this annoying faze of the “self check out”.. PLEASE.. ugh
G.Y.M.
When did I turn 80?
I've been dealing with the fact that I'm a bitter bastard for years. There's really no need for me to have such hatred for so many people.. but I can't help it... I know what you're thinking but this isn't another note about "why something sucks".. or "why people are fucking retarded".. It's more of a self deprecation kind of thing.
It's not that I think i'm old.. I'm not I get it.. haven't been around that long.. but why do I have so many old man tendencies.. and why do they keep getting worse.
It started out with the simple.. enjoying soup.. and an afternoon nap.. Not just saying that.. Many of my close friends would be able to confirm this statement as FACT.. I guess that's not enough to say i'm eighty.. but the hits just keep coming.
This past year I not only developed a really bad hip problem.. like can't get out of bed bad.. but was diagnosed with fucking ARTHRITIS!! I have arthritis and I'm 27 years old.. now ladies if this shit doesn't turn you on.. NOTHING WILL!!! ugh.. suppose it's from the years of being a gay dancer..(thanks mom) but bad hips and arthritis.. COME ON!!!
It doesn't end there folks... I find myself admiring old man things. tonight I had a couple drinks.. ALONE.. and decided to go for a night time stroll... ALONE.. (i'm not only eighty.. supposedly I'm a widower.. fuck you) anyway.. as I strolled the neighborhood I would stop and admire all the other old peoples yards.. "oo, what a lovely tree".. "that gives me an idea for my front yard".. "don't those azaleas smell lovely"... UGH.. wish I was kidding
so I to wrap up.. I love soup, napping, home gardening, and have arthritis.. I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping alone tonight.. and potentially for the rest of my life. thank you ... goodnight.
ugh
G.Y.M
It's not that I think i'm old.. I'm not I get it.. haven't been around that long.. but why do I have so many old man tendencies.. and why do they keep getting worse.
It started out with the simple.. enjoying soup.. and an afternoon nap.. Not just saying that.. Many of my close friends would be able to confirm this statement as FACT.. I guess that's not enough to say i'm eighty.. but the hits just keep coming.
This past year I not only developed a really bad hip problem.. like can't get out of bed bad.. but was diagnosed with fucking ARTHRITIS!! I have arthritis and I'm 27 years old.. now ladies if this shit doesn't turn you on.. NOTHING WILL!!! ugh.. suppose it's from the years of being a gay dancer..(thanks mom) but bad hips and arthritis.. COME ON!!!
It doesn't end there folks... I find myself admiring old man things. tonight I had a couple drinks.. ALONE.. and decided to go for a night time stroll... ALONE.. (i'm not only eighty.. supposedly I'm a widower.. fuck you) anyway.. as I strolled the neighborhood I would stop and admire all the other old peoples yards.. "oo, what a lovely tree".. "that gives me an idea for my front yard".. "don't those azaleas smell lovely"... UGH.. wish I was kidding
so I to wrap up.. I love soup, napping, home gardening, and have arthritis.. I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping alone tonight.. and potentially for the rest of my life. thank you ... goodnight.
ugh
G.Y.M
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