Coping Mechanisms

[Recidiva]

Most people aren't good at heart.

I've had my ass kicked plenty of times for saying whats on my mind, its bred into me.

I have a newspaper clipping here somewhere, my mother went to court and sweetly asked the judge how much the fine was for contempt of court. She asked to approach the bench, pulled out her billfold and asked, WILL THE COURT ACCEPT TWENTIES? The judge answered, YES MA'AM. She then gave him 5 twenties and said, LET ME KNOW WHEN MY TIME IS UP.

I'll post an old account of my 3rd great-grandfather taking on the state legislature alone.

Now you may believe I'm a poser, and youd be very wrong. Youd be wrong because my ass has been whupped too many times and I like trying to hurt the people I fight with. I cant take a beating trying to get at his testicles, whats more, as many times as I've lost no one has ever come back for a re-match.

In a way you're like Ulaven singing in that hallway. I defy convention. Come and get me.

You will wink at those that say "Nice voice" and you will sucker punch someone who wants to define you by that convention.

Yes, you're singing an offensive song, but so is "Wig In A Box" to some people.

 

[tactful]

Pizza, Red Wine, Dark Chocolate, sometimes in a different order.

 

[Liar]

I'm not a religious man, but the Serenity Prayer is pretty damn spot on.

With every year that passes I seem to become better and better at ignoring if things are comparably better or worse than the day before, which is one thing that seems to consume people, and instead deal with what's in front of me.

Nostalgia is dangerous. It makes people believe they can go back. And that would seriously mess up the space-time continuum.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Yeah, as women sometimes we just need a good cry and we're fine afterwards (or is it just me).


I wonder, do men ever feel the need to indulge in catharsis?

No real man cries, ever. No woman ever forgives or excuses it unless the tears are for mom, a child, or a loved dog.

 

[Recidiva]

OK. Officially, I'm jealous!!

That does sound like a lot of fun. My family members and all my friends (but one) are tone deaf (in my opinion), I'm either wincing or laughing when they sing. And they compensate for singing out of tune by singing really loud.

We had one member of the other side of the family (My mom's side, the very staid, calm, quiet, non-rowdy side that can be thoroughly passive aggressive) finally come to one of the events for the other side of the family (My dad's side, the rowdy, in your face, make you dinner and tease you but make sure your cup's full side with no rancor) side. My parents' 60th anniversary.

She looked like she'd walked into some myth that she'd heard but never believed. She was grinning for an hour and staring at us like we were in the zoo and it was the coolest zoo ever. When my brother and sister called me up to sing a song, Ulaven joined me a song later and then when we launched into "Ring of Fire" she leaped up there with us because she'd caught on that everybody was welcome and did not require an invitation to participate. HELL YEAH I WANT TO SING TOO! I LOVE JOHNNY CASH!

Then my mom joined us and we sang a hymn and I don't think I'd ever heard her sing, and she didn't have a great voice, but it was amazing and my dad cried (more of that guy crying stuff that's bad that I will never get) and we were all happy.

For the record my dad can't really sing and can't play guitar well and none of us ever gave a damn.

All of the kids have amazing voices and after a while they just let us do it.

 

[Aquagal]

Yeah, as women sometimes we just need a good cry and we're fine afterwards (or is it just me).


I wonder, do men ever feel the need to indulge in catharsis?

Sometimes that one thing takes a few showers to move on from. But ya, that hot water lets the whole body relax and let go.

 

[Recidiva]

http://quod.lib.umich.edu/m/moajrnl/bac8387.0054.324/889:11?page=root;rgn=main;size=100;view=image

Major WARD is my ancestor.

I don't have any famous ancestors. My cousin did genealogy and it's all stories of people who go to war and die of heat exhaustion.

"You were in Alsace-Lorraine so you were French and then you were German and then you were French and then you were German."

 

[Recidiva]

Pizza, Red Wine, Dark Chocolate, sometimes in a different order.

I'm with you on the pizza, but I'd have to go with root beer and peanut butter cups. And Laffy Taffy in watermelon and Air Heads in orange.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

In a way you're like Ulaven singing in that hallway. I defy convention. Come and get me.

You will wink at those that say "Nice voice" and you will sucker punch someone who wants to define you by that convention.

Yes, you're singing an offensive song, but so is "Wig In A Box" to some people.

What really intimidates and unnerves superviors is when you feel serious lust when they summons you to chew your ass out. I recall one woman administrator who quit pestering me cuz she knew I welcomed the opportunity to look her over and eye-ball fuck her. I did. She scared everyone shitless but I wanted her in my bed. Mean as a snake but hot.

 

[SigmundFraud]

Remember the old littering commercial with the indian and a tear dripping off his cheek?

Oh man what a pussy.

 

[Recidiva]

I'm not a religious man, but the Serenity Prayer is pretty damn spot on.

With every year that passes I seem to become better and better at ignoring if things are comparably better or worse than the day before, which is one thing that seems to consume people, and instead deal with what's in front of me.

Nostalgia is dangerous. It makes people believe they can go back. And that would seriously mess up the space-time continuum.

I'm with you there. It looks simple and it's deceptive in practice and refinement.

There's also "Do unto others as you would have done unto you" and that's deceptive. I would like to have people respect my preferences. Others apparently would like to be forcibly convinced to do what someone else wants.

I am responsible for a few things in my world. I probably only have limited choices and limited influence. I try not to be overly responsible and blame myself for things I couldn't change, but also learn from mistakes and try to be watchful in the future.

 

[Recidiva]

No real man cries, ever. No woman ever forgives or excuses it unless the tears are for mom, a child, or a loved dog.

Ulaven and my father will cry harder and longer than I might for a lost dog. And I will cry pretty hard and long.

 

[Recidiva]

What really intimidates and unnerves superviors is when you feel serious lust when they summons you to chew your ass out. I recall one woman administrator who quit pestering me cuz she knew I welcomed the opportunity to look her over and eye-ball fuck her. I did. She scared everyone shitless but I wanted her in my bed. Mean as a snake but hot.

That doesn't bother me. As long as your paperwork is done, you can check out my boobs. They're nice. If my boobs are distracting you from getting your paperwork done, I might suggest altering the course of the eyes.

Ulaven tends to do the "White Mutiny" in that if his boss is pissing him off and tells him to do something a certain way that is dead wrong, he will do it to the letter until his boss begs him to do it his way and says so very nicely.

"You're absolutely sure? Sure that my idea is the right way to do it? Well, okay then, if you think so."

Eventually they stop having ideas.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

I don't have any famous ancestors. My cousin did genealogy and it's all stories of people who go to war and die of heat exhaustion.

"You were in Alsace-Lorraine so you were French and then you were German and then you were French and then you were German."

I knew none of it when I was a kid. My dad alluded to the mansions and Cadillacs and servants before the money was gone, but my mother thought it was all bullshit. It wasn't. In 1920 his cousin was married at the home of UFs President. The grooms father was chief justice of the Florida Supreme Court. And many of the family guests were members of the state legislature.

My mom said that all the Johnsons were sharecroppers and horse-thieves, but she didn't know my daddy when he had reaL wealth.

 

[tactful]

Remember the old littering commercial with the indian and a tear dripping off his cheek?

Oh man what a pussy.

He was Italian.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Ulaven and my father will cry harder and longer than I might for a lost dog. And I will cry pretty hard and long.

A dog breaks my heart.

 

[Recidiva]

Remember the old littering commercial with the indian and a tear dripping off his cheek?

Oh man what a pussy.

He didn't bother me except for the obvious implication that white people hated nature and only Native Americans could see trash. A little heavy handed in historical context.

I also think the PETA commercials and ads are abominations that have nothing to do with issues. "Go nude if you don't like hamburgers!"

What?

 

[subdued_passion]

We had one member of the other side of the family (My mom's side, the very staid, calm, quiet, non-rowdy side that can be thoroughly passive aggressive) finally come to one of the events for the other side of the family (My dad's side, the rowdy, in your face, make you dinner and tease you but make sure your cup's full side with no rancor) side. My parents' 60th anniversary.

She looked like she'd walked into some myth that she'd heard but never believed. She was grinning for an hour and staring at us like we were in the zoo and it was the coolest zoo ever. When my brother and sister called me up to sing a song, Ulaven joined me a song later and then when we launched into "Ring of Fire" she leaped up there with us because she'd caught on that everybody was welcome and did not require an invitation to participate. HELL YEAH I WANT TO SING TOO! I LOVE JOHNNY CASH!

Then my mom joined us and we sang a hymn and I don't think I'd ever heard her sing, and she didn't have a great voice, but it was amazing and my dad cried (more of that guy crying stuff that's bad that I will never get) and we were all happy.

For the record my dad can't really sing and can't play guitar well and none of us ever gave a damn.

All of the kids have amazing voices and after a while they just let us do it.

I don't have a problem with men or anyone crying, just as long as I am not the only person who is there and who has to deal with it. I am not good at comforting.

Your family gatherings sound like a great deal of fun. Did I mention I'm jealous?

 

[Recidiva]

I knew none of it when I was a kid. My dad alluded to the mansions and Cadillacs and servants before the money was gone, but my mother thought it was all bullshit. It wasn't. In 1920 his cousin was married at the home of UFs President. The grooms father was chief justice of the Florida Supreme Court. And many of the family guests were members of the state legislature.

My mom said that all the Johnsons were sharecroppers and horse-thieves, but she didn't know my daddy when he had reaL wealth.

I also thought that your name in caps is also commentary.

I've done the ultimate in apparent stupid and posted all of my personal information online with the hissing worry of those around me saying I'm asking for trouble. TROUBLE!

Why? Because The Yellow Pages never existed? Because the random stranger at the grocery store checking me out is less dangerous as a stalker than a dude mad at me about my opinion of "Star Trek?"

Your apparent horror and unwillingness to be anonymous in any way is refreshing in its own sense of dispelling the horrors of the internet that don't exist in the real world.

We don't choose our stalkers, they choose us. I can't do anything about it if someone crazy picks me, and I won't hide because they might.

 

[Recidiva]

A dog breaks my heart.

The capacity for sheer devastation in my husband and father reminds me that I don't think men are less sensitive than women, I think they are likely more sensitive and socialized into itsy bitsy teeny weeny boxes that I'd break out of with an axe in seven minutes but they bear for courtesy's sake.

Don't mind me, no, that vestigial emotional organ I cut off blood flow toward was socially harmful to all and I killed it. It is only now apparent when the worst thing that could happen to someone happens, and then we all pretend it wasn't there.

WHAT? That was the good stuff!

 

[SigmundFraud]

He didn't bother me except for the obvious implication that white people hated nature and only Native Americans could see trash. A little heavy handed in historical context.

I also think the PETA commercials and ads are abominations that have nothing to do with issues. "Go nude if you don't like hamburgers!"

What?

PETA

bwahahahahaha

Fuck those tofu eaters.

Oh, hey, ummm no offense to any of you tofu eaters with big tits.

 

[Recidiva]

I don't have a problem with men or anyone crying, just as long as I am not the only person who is there and who has to deal with it. I am not good at comforting.

Your family gatherings sound like a great deal of fun. Did I mention I'm jealous?

I'm good at comforting. It just means handing tissues and not babbling like a moron because you can't stand silence. Also, pee breaks are important because nobody wants to admit their heart just died, but they also really have to pee.

My sister just invited someone to Thanksgiving without asking me 'cause she knew extended family is important. Nobody should miss Thanksgiving or the Unicorn Song.

 

[Recidiva]

PETA

bwahahahahaha

Fuck those tofu eaters.

Oh, hey, ummm no offense to any of you tofu eaters with big tits.

Technically that would be me, but I take no offense.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

The capacity for sheer devastation in my husband and father reminds me that I don't think men are less sensitive than women, I think they are likely more sensitive and socialized into itsy bitsy teeny weeny boxes that I'd break out of with an axe in seven minutes but they bear for courtesy's sake.

Don't mind me, no, that vestigial emotional organ I cut off blood flow toward was socially harmful to all and I killed it. It is only now apparent when the worst thing that could happen to someone happens, and then we all pretend it wasn't there.

WHAT? That was the good stuff!

Men believe that feelings are a luxury no one can afford when Hell in knocking on the door. We reason that later tears wont matter OR we'll have plenty of time for them.

 

[Recidiva]

Men believe that feelings are a luxury no one can afford when Hell in knocking on the door. We reason that later tears wont matter OR we'll have plenty of time for them.

There is a huge price to pay. If you have to choke down what you love and what you're living for because the loss of it is too painful, then you also have nothing to live for because you've choked it off.

I genuinely think it is a wrongheaded thing to do. Reasonable that people do it because history is full of horrible people saying you must do it and men believing that they should.

But history is also full of women saying "Why?" and "No, I don't think so" and that more than anything is why women don't go to war because they don't have that logic built in.

It's what creates people with no feelings who are then free to commit atrocities without remorse.

Keep the remorse, just don't do the atrocities. Life would be a bit better if the community could judge whether or not a leader was being an unreasonable fuckwaffle and not have to follow said fuckwaffle because if I act like I care, they're all going to turn on me and eat my lungs off my rapidly cooling corpse metaphorically or literally.