had to share - Reversions

[skb12172]

I got to the top of the 3rd paragraph and had to stop.

Calling themselves the Hookers, Drug Addicts, and Sluts Club. Why? So they can be shocking to others for their own self-titillation. They brag about touching themselves in public and being able to pack away a bottle of wine in one sitting, so they can elicit a shocked reaction in people for their own amusement in what amounts to a set-up. They sit around a public restaurant and - probably loudly - talk about the sexual attributes of their own husbands. If this coked out whore's husband wrote that he packed away a bottle of scotch at lunch while he and his buddies talked about which of their wives he wanted to get a blowjob from, what do you think their reaction would be?

The author implies bisexuality in one of the new members, and brags that - outside the restroom in a public restaurant she ordered a woman she just met, "Lemme see your tits."

There's so much wrong with this I hardly know where to begin. Let me first say, I don't care who you are or what you do. If your behavior is amongst consensual adults, doesn't interfere with my own freedom, and I don't have to pay for it, I just don't care. So why does this make me want to throw up?

Because they're being fake and crass for the sake of shocking others in public, so they can pretend to be amused and aloof. I've met people like this before. Hell, my own sister could've written this - and has before. Anyone of these women - if confronted by a man who acted the same way - would call the police. If they overheard some man, OUTSIDE a restroom in a public restaurant, say to another in a fake stage whisper, "SHOW ME YOUR COCK," they'd be fuming. They brag about cheating on their husbands, whom they say are good men, but if their man cheated on them, they'd take half of everything he had, earned, or would ever earn for the rest of his life. They brag about doing cocaine, but if their child became a drug addict they'd be heartbroken.

I evoke The Gun Counter motto: Fuck this band of mental midgets with a filthy rusty chainsaw.

And their vote counts just the same as yours and mine. Cause, meet effect. President Barack Obama and the Democratic Party...

And people wonder why I want to repeal the 19th amendment..........

Oddly enough, my late grandmother (1905-1993) said the same thing. A very level-headed woman who raised five kids alone on a country teacher's salary, she believed most women lacked the capacity to use their vote responsibly.

[SoupOrMan]

This is perhaps my favorite comment out of the entire commentary thread:

This made me want to drink a glass of milk and go to church again and call my mom and tell her I love her.

It's true, even though I already do these things.

"Hey, we're pushing 40, so let's pretend we're in high school again."

I understand the feeling very well: I'm playing ice hockey, started in February at age 38. I never skated on ice prior to that and hadn't skated since I put away my rollerblades in 1996. When regular exercise by yourself isn't fun, you look for a way to exercise and socialize simultaneously. This was available and is a hell of a lot of fun, making getting into a shape other than round enjoyable.

But to sit there and go "Eh, fuck it, let's go smoke weed and make fun of the kids who don't want to be happy in the ways which we approve, by which we mean cheating on our spouses and smoking weed" is well, sad and foolish. They're gonna reap a whirlwind of shit when their kids grow up.

[HTRN]

"Hey, we're pushing 40, so let's pretend we're in high school again."

This continues to baffle me - I hated HS the first time around, and have occasionally had nightmares where I find out my diploma was a mistake and I have to go back..[/shuddder].

[MarkD]

"Hey, we're pushing 40, so let's pretend we're in high school again."

This continues to baffle me - I hated HS the first time around, and have occasionally had nightmares where I find out my diploma was a mistake and I have to go back..[/shuddder].

Welcome to the club, of course it's easy to hate high-school when you're the nerdy, fat kid who's not athletic enough to get along with the jocks and not smart enough to get along with the brainiacs. Never went to a high-school reunion.

[Greg]

"Hey, we're pushing 40, so let's pretend we're in high school again."

This continues to baffle me - I hated HS the first time around, and have occasionally had nightmares where I find out my diploma was a mistake and I have to go back..[/shuddder].

Welcome to the club, of course it's easy to hate high-school when you're the nerdy, fat kid who's not athletic enough to get along with the jocks and not smart enough to get along with the brainiacs. Never went to a high-school reunion.

YMMV. I went to a magnet school. HS was the first time in my life that I ever really fit in. Though there were *some* other nerdy kids I went to school with before that. Some of whom I'm even still in touch with. One kid I was friends with in preschool and elementary. He never went to a magnet school. Poor bastard has *never* fit in, and it shows.

Anyway, Mark to go back a topic... a true narcissist, when exposed to real tragedy, doesn't suddenly realize how good they have it. Instead, they feel *more* self-pity, because they had to endure the ordeal of being exposed to tragedy (yes, even if the tragedy actually happens to someone else). You need to get out more, meet more varied people, complete your education.

[skb12172]

"Hey, we're pushing 40, so let's pretend we're in high school again."

This continues to baffle me - I hated HS the first time around, and have occasionally had nightmares where I find out my diploma was a mistake and I have to go back..[/shuddder].

I have the same nightmare. Even though I remember I have a Master's and 34 hours towards a Doctorate, in the dream, I have to go back and complete a year of HS. I was glad to read this. Misery loves company, I guess.

[rightisright]

I have the same nightmare.

Mine is similar. And I had a blast in high school and college.

My dream is that my college degree is invalidated by the fact I never passed my senior year English class. (I did, of course). So I have to go back as a 40 something and sit through high school English!

[MarkD]

Anyway, Mark to go back a topic... a true narcissist, when exposed to real tragedy, doesn't suddenly realize how good they have it. Instead, they feel *more* self-pity, because they had to endure the ordeal of being exposed to tragedy (yes, even if the tragedy actually happens to someone else). You need to get out more, meet more varied people, complete your education.

Oh, I know that's what their reaction would be to some of the things I've experienced.

As I've said before, my Dad was disabled, brain injury after a work accident. We'd be on the bus (he couldn't drive) going somewhere, and someone would get on with an obvious disability (missing an arm, blind, that kind of thing) and Dad would turn to me and say "And you think YOU'VE got troubles?" I guess that's just the way I was raised, "I was sorry because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet."

[Greg]

Anyway, Mark to go back a topic... a true narcissist, when exposed to real tragedy, doesn't suddenly realize how good they have it. Instead, they feel *more* self-pity, because they had to endure the ordeal of being exposed to tragedy (yes, even if the tragedy actually happens to someone else). You need to get out more, meet more varied people, complete your education.

Oh, I know that's what their reaction would be to some of the things I've experienced.

As I've said before, my Dad was disabled, brain injury after a work accident. We'd be on the bus (he couldn't drive) going somewhere, and someone would get on with an obvious disability (missing an arm, blind, that kind of thing) and Dad would turn to me and say "And you think YOU'VE got troubles?" I guess that's just the way I was raised, "I was sorry because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet."

Don't I know it. Your mother sounds a lot like my maternal great-grandmother. Who at age 73 became my full-time caregiver (I was 1), until I started school. Because my useless parents were nowhere to be found (no need for details, lets just say self-indulgence and philandering happened, hey it was the 70's). She had a hard life but never gave up, never complained and always found something to be happy about, blessings to be thankful for. In contrast to.... consider how I know about how a narcissist would react.

Your father sounds a bit like one of my step-fathers. Before he met and married my mother he'd nearly died from inoperative, terminal liver cancer. That had mysteriously gone into remission. Every day I knew him, was one he spent on borrowed time living under a death sentence. And he was grateful. Always one to count his blessings, rather than complain about his misfortunes. He had about 10 extra years, 9 of them in good health.

From the sounds of the article, these people are worthless wastes of oxygen, and there's no way you can teach them, no way you can reach them. You just need to be aware of them, and the danger they represent. Their *children*, however....

[MarkD]

Anyway, Mark to go back a topic... a true narcissist, when exposed to real tragedy, doesn't suddenly realize how good they have it. Instead, they feel *more* self-pity, because they had to endure the ordeal of being exposed to tragedy (yes, even if the tragedy actually happens to someone else). You need to get out more, meet more varied people, complete your education.

Oh, I know that's what their reaction would be to some of the things I've experienced.

As I've said before, my Dad was disabled, brain injury after a work accident. We'd be on the bus (he couldn't drive) going somewhere, and someone would get on with an obvious disability (missing an arm, blind, that kind of thing) and Dad would turn to me and say "And you think YOU'VE got troubles?" I guess that's just the way I was raised, "I was sorry because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet."

Don't I know it. Your mother sounds a lot like my maternal great-grandmother. Who at age 73 became my full-time caregiver (I was 1), until I started school. Because my useless parents were nowhere to be found (no need for details, lets just say self-indulgence and philandering happened, hey it was the 70's). She had a hard life but never gave up, never complained and always found something to be happy about, blessings to be thankful for. In contrast to.... consider how I know about how a narcissist would react.

Your father sounds a bit like one of my step-fathers. Before he met and married my mother he'd nearly died from inoperative, terminal liver cancer. That had mysteriously gone into remission. Every day I knew him, was one he spent on borrowed time living under a death sentence. And he was grateful. Always one to count his blessings, rather than complain about his misfortunes. He had about 10 extra years, 9 of them in good health.

From the sounds of the article, these people are worthless wastes of oxygen, and there's no way you can teach them, no way you can reach them. You just need to be aware of them, and the danger they represent. Their *children*, however....

Yeah, there's definitely something to be said for "an attitude of gratitude".

After he was disabled my Dad went a little stir-crazy, he'd worked hard all his life and sitting around watching TV wasn't his style. He eventually got into making latch-hook rugs, he'd make his own designs on the mesh, he had a little thingy to cut the yard to the proper length, and he'd sit there by the hour making his rugs. He said it wasn't much, but there were lots of guys in VA hospitals who'd be glad to trade places with him.

I still have some of his rugs at home. I also gave his rug with the Eagle-Globe-and-Anchor to a guy I knew who was a member of the Marine Corps League, I wonder if it's still around.