Today I found out that I am an anti-social little mongol who cannot make basic coversation with the seeminly nicest of people. Shoot me now and end my blight. (699 hits)
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Submitted by Cicciro <tommyr786.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-03-15 23:31:12 EST
Recently, I found a job. If you know who the hell I am, you know I've been pissing and moaning my way through life complaining that I don't have any job or income to speak of. One day, while sitting at the beginning of my english course, before we started diving into Animal Farm, the teacher read the news bulletin. In it was an advertisement for a job offer, I called and over the weekend I got the job. The job consists of doing whatever I am told to do around the lot, from painting to moving furniture, or find what I can do (tidy up). I work with your average "I hate my job, and if I ran the place, things would be better and more organized" twenty-something year old. He curses, laughs like a chicken and like rock music. I like working with him, but I don't say much. If we're doing something menial, such as moving furniture from one house to the next, I just move furniture, maybe give a suggestion on how to make life better, or I'll laugh at what he has to say. Rarely do I spark any sort of conversational topic, why? Because I am an anti-social nimrod.
Today my co-worker wasn't there. I had to work with the secretaries son, which was fine. Again another person older than me, but being eighteen and a member of America's Proud Work Force, I guess I'm rather low on the age scale. He introduced himself, and I followed suit, but I mumbled through my name, and had to repeat it. It's so damn hard to say Brandon with the Brendans, the Brendons, the Brennens, et cetera. I hate my name for that reason alone. After that, I told him what needed to be done, but that I wasn't fully sure, so I would go ask my supervisor. I asked, grabbed keys for what was needed, hopped in the Chevy Pickup we use for moving heavy/lots of furniture, and drove to our furniture warehouse alone. Once we get in there, the process of taking furniture out and to one of the mobile homes consisted of the conversation primative questions. "Do you have that?" "Let me get that out of your way." "1, 2, URAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH." Nothing about his life, nothing about caring to get to know him. I feel like a dick right now, let me tell you. Once that was all done, we started on landscaping with the trapezoidal cement blocks (I hate those things now that I have hauled over 500 of them back and forth). We just tried to figure it out, no real contact, not even joking around kinda stuff. "We should wait until we can get some string to distance the bricks evenly from the house." "Good idea." Why can't I talk to people... ever?
I do it all the time. At a party, when I have a few friends, we laugh it up, but if there is someone I don't know, I avoid them like a Rhinocerous in Wal-Mart, or just the store itself. I can attribute it to many things, but I want to take responsibility for it. Maybe if I analyze my life enough and practice building off answers to even basic questions or observing my surroundings so that I can formulate conversation, I might be better off. Maybe I just like to have deeper relationships with people, maybe I just isolated myself from everything all my life it killed my social attitude, maybe I should just shut up and deal with it. Oh well, at least I'm getting paid.
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Submitted by Jocko_Johnson (user info) at 2004-03-16 02:21:25 EST (#)
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Meh.
I didn't read the post because the title explains it all.
Submitted by Cicciro (user info) at 2004-03-16 01:44:20 EST (#)
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Am I selling opinions? No.
Am I sharing feelings? Yes.
Do I love my mom? Yes.
Does she annoy me more than anyone on earth at this point in my life and I cannot wait until I'm out of the house? Yes.
Do you read? No.
How do I know? I'm eighteen as stated.
Do I have balls? Yes.
How many? Two.
Do I stand up for myself? Yes.
Is this an issue in which I can stand up for myself? No.
Why? No one is oppressing me, these are just observations I have made of myself about why I don't initiate conversation with people.
Are you finding things that aren't there? Yes.
Why? Because you want to sound like you see some all knowing answer that would in no way solve the problem I have because it is based on symptoms I don't have.
I hope that answers a lot of your questions.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-03-16 00:32:41 EST (#)
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You're the one soliciting opinions, buddy. You're welcome.
I am totally onto something here. No balls in person, but put a keyboard in front of him & he becomes Mr.Man .This is textbook shit, man. I bet you love your Mom a LOT.
And I bet you're either 14 or 21.
Submitted by Cicciro (user info) at 2004-03-16 00:25:06 EST (#)
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jwl... I don't get shit from anyone. That is very far from the issue.
Submitted by jwlmar10 (user info) at 2004-03-16 00:21:09 EST (#)
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I think kai might have a point. I used to be the same way around some people that I viewed as "competitors." I think I am definitely an alpha male. The only way to really get past it and maintain your alpha-male status is to just not take shit from people.
Submitted by Cicciro (user info) at 2004-03-16 00:16:29 EST (#)
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Mongolians are a friendly people.
... The same mongolians who threatened European existance in the mid-late 1200's, seiging cities in eastern europe by catapulting carrion into cities?...
You are a nacissistic sociopath. You see no real value in those around you.
... Not true, I would much rather listen and learn about people than say anything myself. But I'm finding it hard to learn without speaking these days...
This is your emerging sense of Alpha maleness. In nature, you are practicing asserting yourself (stanoffishness - your attentions are one of the few things you can actually control AND use to affect those around you) and realizing that other males are of no use to you. However, you are neutered by the conventions of a society which compels us to go against our very natures and "be nice" to people who, in nature, we would kill off as competitors.
... I don't find them competing in anything. Your psuedo-intellectualism is rather random and has nothing to do with my situation. ...
Decide; be tough & isolated, or feminine and gregarious. Or find a happy medium. Atleast now you know what is happening.
... Being gregarious has nothing to do with being feminine. You're a little cocksure of yourself right now. ...
Oh, and every 7 years you will have to return to your home planet to engage in the "pon farr", and either mate, or risk death in a sex rutual with other competitors. Have fun!
... I will not deign myself to respond. ...
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-03-16 00:07:41 EST (#)
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Mongolians are a friendly people.
You are a nacissistic sociopath. You see no real value in those around you.
This is your emerging sense of Alpha maleness. In nature, you are practicing asserting yourself (stanoffishness - your attentions are one of the few things you can actually control AND use to affect those around you) and realizing that other males are of no use to you. However, you are neutered by the conventions of a society which compels us to go against our very natures and "be nice" to people who, in nature, we would kill off as competitors.
Decide; be tough & isolated, or feminine and gregarious. Or find a happy medium. Atleast now you know what is happening.
Oh, and every 7 years you will have to return to your home planet to engage in the "pon farr", and either mate, or risk death in a sex rutual with other competitors. Have fun!
Submitted by Cicciro (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:57:23 EST (#)
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I have a girlfriend if that amounts to anything E_B.
Submitted by Cicciro (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:54:26 EST (#)
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Catal... I remember a time when I was about six. My cousins and aunts had returned from Canon Beach, Oregon. They stopped at my house to drop my mom and her luggage off, but I was excited and wanted to ride with them to their place of refuge up north a ways. My aunt drives a van with a wheelchair lift attached for my Uncle who has MS. When we got up there, one of my cousins was raising the lift so I could stand and ride down, but at the same time my aunt was tickling me. My arms were flailed outwards and the tip of the middle finger on my right hand was pinched between two square bars of the lift. It cut through, until someone noticed and yelled to stop.
I didn't know what had happened. I remember going into shock and feeling no pain. My family says I didn't cry the whole way to the hospital except for when I first noticed the wound that left the tip of my finger hanging by a nerve and a flap of skin. All the way through the bone and joint. It was wrapped in a sweater until we got to the hospital. There they cleaned it and wrapped it, but they needed a hand surgeon and there was not one up in the small hospital of the town. I had to be shipped to Children's Hospital. I remember looking at the bone with my dad when I was waiting to go into surgery. My mom couldn't handle it and she tells me that she went to the bathroom and puked. By then the pain had subsided.
On the way to the surgery room I was a little out of it from the pain killers. My subconcious brought up the remebrance that the people of Oregon spoke Oregonese and that Ooob meant hello and Orb meant goodbye. My cousin taught me this and I sure as hell believed her at the age of six. I was told I consitently said 'Ooob doctor' and "Orb doctor' on the way to the OR.
After the OR, and everything was better they took me to a waiting room to give me liquids. They gave me apple juice and my dad made me drink all of it. My mom and the nurse got mad at him because they knew it would make me sick. He said I could handle it and as we left the hospital I threw up all over the front entrance.
In the months to come I had a total of two casts... and I had to have a pin they instered into my figner to keep it as straight as possible removed. That hurt like none other. I wish I still had my cast.
Submitted by enraged_baboon (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:46:43 EST (#)
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maybe you should stop thinking so much. you may also consider "getting on" your "pimp game".
Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:38:05 EST (#)
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I took pity for once today and I will only give you a 0.
maybe your just a loser.
Submitted by arcane (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:37:42 EST (#)
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Get a job in sales working pure commission. When your livelyhood depends on your ability to socialize youd be surpised how good you get at it. Im serious too.
Submitted by Can_Always_Trust_A_Liar (user info) at 2004-03-15 23:37:42 EST (#)
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I'm almost the exact same way. I;ve been told the reason for me being like this is that I just don't give a damn about anyone else. Maybe that's true. I dunno. I guess we should both make an effort to be more socialable, good luck with that. Tell em an anecdote, that might help.