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Birthday
1983-08-05
Gender
Male
Location
Vancouver, BC
Member Since
2003-08-02
Occupation
Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
James
Personal
Achievements
Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
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Thursday, August 19, 2004
SomeGuy Alpha: Rant #2 for August 3rd, 2002:
(The following is the transcript of a hand-written thing made later that same night of the above date . . . it was extra late, and I was extra bored . . .)
When I was a kid, I was emotionally weak. I can admit that. Around grade 7 and stuff, I tended to cry from teasing a fair bit (that, of course, would lead to more teasing from my "friends"). Hell, nowadays I might even risk it watching movies and stuff (man, that ending to "AI" was tough . . .). I won't get into it now, but I'm sure I grew up with enough reason for myself to turn out like that.
You know what, though? I really like to think that that childhood has caused me to grow up for the better. For one thing I'm physically stronger, so if someone spoke crap about me I wouldn't have to take it. On the other hand, I've grown so well that people speaking crap about me doesn't faze me - frankly, there are better things to worrry about [NOTE: hehe . . . I spelt "worry" with 3 r's in the manuscript].
I don't know, the only reason I bring up such things at all is because I was thinking about another aspect of myself. I've never exploded at someone because I was having a bad day. If I have ever spoken ill of someone behind their back, it has always been with a smile. At the same time I've never been a poor sport about games and have never allowed "bad vibes" to affect people around me. At the same time I can tell when someone's down by watching them and am always willing to help out as best I can. To sum up, I've grown to become a very emotionally strong guy. That makes me wonder about others . . .
It's the same night, so I can refer back to the old argument again. Frankly, that guy took a lot of what I said REALLY personally! To the point that he felt he had to say "tale that back or I won't be your friend anymore." Yeah, some old song and dance, I know . . . still, it makes me think about how it all started.
I don't take heed from people who feel ideals are being "shoved down their throats." The way I see it, you have a totally different problem if such things are actually causing emotional distress. I mean, everyone's entitled to dislike things, but to the point what they can't handle it? Come on man! You're not getting brainwashed by it, are you? You say it's the principle of it? Well it's not working, is it? What about other people? What, are you better than others who will be brainwashed by it? I KNOW you couldn't possibly be thinking THAT!
Ah yes, the point . . . . . when you're young, you can cry about it. When you grow up, you get angry - very angry - about it. It's all the same - it's the same emotionally-weak ideal that I've long since learned to get over. What it makes me wonder is that do people who dish it out but never receive end up not being good at receiving? I certainly think so. They're so used to never being touched that when it happens it's game over. Still, I'm sure there's room to build on that.
-->Tangent!
---->I remember reading this martial arts humour page. It had a section of "secret meanings", like when someone says, "Japanese MA are the best," it means "I study a Japanese MA." Or when someone says "Bruce Lee didn't know what he was talking about" it means "I don't understand Bruce Lee . . ."
------>I'll finish this another night.
Whoa! I'm almost 19! Booyaka!
(The next night . . .) [NOTE: Written on the 4th]
Anyways, back to that secret meanings thing. When someone says "this thing is the greatest thing ever" they really mean "I know about this thing and I like it". So yeah, check it out and make your own opinion.
That said, maybe I should see "Harry Potter" . . . . still, I think I'd rather watch "LOTR" first . . . or third . . . hmm . . . . .
Aaaaanyways, I think the point I'm making is that very few things get to me - more specifically, I allow very few things to get to me. As for things that do get to me, the majority of them are based on when other people allow things to get to them. The other night, the brother couldn't find cough syrup (and truth be told, it seriously was missing!) . . . pen dying . . . [NOTE: That entire sentence worth of ink was slowly fading away.] . . okay, new pen, same cap . . . as I was saying, the brother was dying and the cough syrup was gone. The thing that got to me was that in his search, he was literally swearing about the situation! He was so upset that medicine wasn't readily available! Then when he found Benelyn, he grumbld about taste . . . . . dude, beggars can't be choosers.
The moral of this story? Griping is fine but don't make a hobby of it - the world doesn't change by whining about it. Also, you're not smarter than other people, so don't pretend you are.
Meantimes, I'm 19 and I've gotta see about a girl in the morning!
Booyaka!
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