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dude
April 07, 2006
guys should really stop high-fiving on a casual basis. the whole untucked long-sleeve fauz-dress shirt with jeans and flip flops should also come to an abrupt, violent, and bloody end.
the kids that roll their Tahoes and BMW's into the parking garage outside my apartment complex window, ludacris thumping, car doors slamming, screaming "WOOOO! HEY, MOTHER FUCKER! WOOOO!" need to be injured, slowly and completely. much blood needs to be shed.
let me say this. as a general rule, i do not like guys. i don't feel comfortable around them. some of it is about insecurity, the remnants of a childhood and adolescence marked by not fitting in. but the vast majority of it is just realizing that not only are people generally reprehensible and stupid, but guys are more so than the rest.
if you're reading this, chances are you're an exception. first of all, you can read, and choose to do so. so, there's that. and, of course, you're reading this because i haven't made a great effort to isolate myself from you. you're a friend (that includes fellow roguers i barely know), or a friend of a friend, and that's good enough for me.
sometimes i want the things that being that kind of a guy would bring me. there seems to be a real joie de vivre about it, but it seems empty and mindless and stupid. it's about getting fucked up and getting laid and getting stuff that will help you get laid. and all of that may be ok, but so much of it for some of these people seems to be at the cost of seeing or feeling or doing anything real that doesn't fill a resume, fulfill your community service requirement, or, as we've discussed, get you laid.
tonight, admittedly, i'm bringing this on myself, sitting here at the coffeeshop's bar. i sit at the end so i won't get surrounded, but they're still too damned close to me, because they're within about a hundred yards.
they're lucky i'm listening to bob dylan and aimee mann and tom petty. it's all keeping my bloody fantasies involving blunt objects and broken beer bottles in check.
they're getting the stuff, and they seem to be on their way to getting laid. i'm getting jsut as fucked up, and maybe i'm not quite happy, but i'm also not a prick. at least not out of carelessness.
and i'm ok with that.
Posted by Rob at April 7, 2006 12:22 AM