It's late Friday. Work is completed. The little bratilla munchkin is at P's. I should be out running 3 miles while cursing about the disk in my ipod getting replaced. But I'm not. I'm on the Tucker Max Message Board reading about what makes a douchbag.
Here are some of my favorites:
Any guy who wears his cell phone/PDA on his belt. We are not impressed by your Treo, you fag. Put it in your pocket.
Anyone who sips their mixed drink through the fucking stirrer(s).
Anyone who wears a bluetooth earpiece at all times.
Guys who refer to their friends as "my bros" or "my crew."
You habitually send food back at a restaurant. I worked with a guy who did this at EVERY meal just to show the server how developed his palate was, “I think there is a little too much tarragon/rosemary/what-ever-the-fuck in this” Asshole.
People that quote Sartre, Neitzsche, Kierkegaard, in daily conversation.
Guys at the gym who talk more than they work out.
Anyone who orders complicated drinks at a coffee house or bar.
Barbed wire tatoos on the bicep.
Double Polo: Popped, locked, ready to suck cock.
The guys at the gym that spend 5 minutes flexing and checking their muscles in the mirror after EVERY SET.
Any man who wears a wife-beater type shirt, or any shirt with no arms, to a bar.
Under-armour as outer wear outside of the gym or off the field.
People that are so anit-cliche about anything popular they become a cliche about being anti-cliche.
Now I can run 3 miles in peace...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Power of a Setback
Well, without getting to details let's just say I've encountered a minor setback in a game (or war) I've been playing for a long time. I surrendered prematurely in a battle that was even. Even though stipulations came with the surrender it was still a surrender in haste. And that's all that mattered.
Expectedly what came next was textbook Art of War: an attempt to completely crush me for good. The attempt failed.
You know what happens next when you don't completely anihilate your enemy. He becomes more motivated than ever and eventually surpasses the level of power before the defeat.
This rechanneled energy has left me feeling stronger than ever. I haven't felt this driven in years.
Expectedly what came next was textbook Art of War: an attempt to completely crush me for good. The attempt failed.
You know what happens next when you don't completely anihilate your enemy. He becomes more motivated than ever and eventually surpasses the level of power before the defeat.
This rechanneled energy has left me feeling stronger than ever. I haven't felt this driven in years.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Stunned
For the first time in my life my perception of reality has been attacked. I had absolutely no defense for it. It was totally unexpected and totally below the belt. For a second, I almost broke down and cried like a pussy whipped virgin.
It was a simple case of he said, she said. I'm not going to get into details but let's just say I now know how athletes wrongly accused of rape must feel.
And hell no I didn't rape anyone. Not even close.
One thing I've learned from this is challenging someone's reality and causing them to actually think twice and replay events in question is extremely powerful. Wickedly powerful. Used in a situation when you already have an edge and the need to fend off a late offensive arises the technique is golden. A technique I must add to my arsenal.
It was a simple case of he said, she said. I'm not going to get into details but let's just say I now know how athletes wrongly accused of rape must feel.
And hell no I didn't rape anyone. Not even close.
One thing I've learned from this is challenging someone's reality and causing them to actually think twice and replay events in question is extremely powerful. Wickedly powerful. Used in a situation when you already have an edge and the need to fend off a late offensive arises the technique is golden. A technique I must add to my arsenal.