Horrible realizations about yourself - Page 2

To be blunt, that means you're in many sense being an adult. It's fine to run off and be happy, but I think anyone who get on your dick about being "sensible" when you may not have any other more fulfilling reasonable options is kind of a pud.

JMO.

I'm not a smart man, but I know that a life with Grace Kelly ain't much, these days....unless you have a strong taste for worm-ridden dust.

I transform into Megabitchtron when my friends irritate me past the point of no return. The biggie was sophomore year in high school, when my dear friend Odessa, who I'd known since the second grade, had a BF who constantly cheated and treated Des like garbage. She constantly took him back and would run to me asking for advice when he mistreated her yet again. I'd tell Des that she deserved better, but she kept taking him back. We had a night out with her older brother Eric, and Des repeatedly steered the conversation back to her dumbass boyfriend. Finally, I'd had enough and berated her in the car all the way home. I told her that if she was going to get back with the loser again, I didn't want to speak to her again because I didn't want to associate with someone as pathetic as her. Des broke off the friendship, and returned to her idiot who dumped her for good on the school bus in front of everyone a few weeks later. On the upside, my little outburst earned me big-time kudos from Eric, and he and I became better friends for it.

I am also very slow or totally resistant to forgive those who have hurt me or pissed me off to a great degree, leading to a lot of uncomfortable standoffs and silences at parties with people that I'm still upset with. Des has tried to rekindle our BFF status, and I'm not really inclined to do so. She made her choice, she can live with it. My mother calls it immaturity. I call it self-defense. I'd known that girl since second fucking grade, and she picked some asshole over someone who had her best interests at heart, even if I had to be cruel to be kind. Fuck her.

I can be quite conniving and nasty sometimes, which freaks me out since I am generally a very nice and fiercely loyal person. If that loyalty is betrayed however, I rain down hellfire and brimstone against the offender, feelings be damned. Sometimes not feeling guilty about hurting people makes me feel guilty

I do that too. I figure it's because I have an astigmatism, and shave w/o my glasses on. It's the only way I can get a clear image. Is it possible your problem has a similar cause? Do you wear glasses/contacts, & shave w/o them on/in?

3 days ago I bought off-brand fabric softener. I realize now that the monster in the mirror is me.

Downee?

Worse, Sniggle.

I have the opposite problem: big waist and no ass. Unless I wear a belt my jeans literally fall off.

Also: I've always been shy/antisocial, and if I were attractive people would stereotype me as a mysterious, brooding loner. But since I'm also an ugly fucker (which doesn't make me more social) I get characterized as "possible future spree killer".

I'm also self conscious to the point where just about everything I post makes me cringe in embarrassment when I remember posting it (including this post, I'm sure).

No, don't worry, they'd still think you might kill people, believe me. But at least the high school chicks like guys who are 'dangerous'. But I see you are twenty-nine and even further removed from them than myself. Which is a shame, and I myself wasn't aware of that knowledge at the right age. I suppose you could buy a motorcycle or adapt to a cynical attitude. Otherwise, they will believe you to be not just a serial killer, but a homosexual one. Even worse.

It's stuff like this that's gonna win Molt one'a them thar Chewer Awards.

Jesus, he made a questionable decision at the supermarket. That's no reason to call him retarded.

Hey, it could have been worse. It could have been "TODE". But admitting you have a problem is the first step towards your recovery.

I always thought i had a Vin Diesel type deepness to my voice until i heard myself and realised it was more Rocky Balboa,slurring included.

I say "man" at the end of a sentence too much.

Most people's phone voices are more eloquent and posher than normal,i go all London even though i'm not from there.

I no longer care about grammar after the Movie Titles thread.

Mankind could revert to making hieroglyphics with their feces for all I care.

This reminds me a lot of me. When I first start a new job everyone thinks I might be a secret killer. My first job was washing dishes at a diner and a couple of the waitresses thought I was deaf and mute. To be fair though the guy who got me the job, my best friend, was deaf. The sad thing is they thought this for about 3 months.

What can I say? People frighten me.

I'm just generally kinda of scumbag.

I am also painfully taciturn like Slade and Baker. Combined with my shortness, this renders me invisible rather than interesting or scary.

edit: I also kill people.

Here here.

Until recently, I thought that people just weren't listening when they told me I need to "speak up." Then I heard myself recorded. They're right.

I have the opposite problem. I need to lower the volume. My voice carries compounded with the fact I get really loud when excited or angry.

For the most part my voice stays pretty low, but when I get angry or excited it becomes like a mix Tarantino, Scorcese and Fenster from The Usual Suspects; fast and kinda incomprehensible.

I am either wired differently than most folks or just can't see things from other's perspectives well enough to get along with most people. Don't get me wrong, I get along with people for short amounts of time but inevitably, with people who haven't known me for a great deal of time, I'll say or do something that's equivocal to shitting in their cheerios.

I asked a friend about all of this one day. His response, "well man, you are kind of an asshole." But hey, we can't all be Mr. Rodgers.

My realization is that I apparently post on a message board with a bunch of horrible people!

you're the horrible one! we are your imps

I'm going to go dark, and blab, because the anonymity helps:

I realized today I'm in crazy fucking love with another woman.

Yeah, this'll end well.

I look in the mirror and see a full head of hair. I look at photos of me and I look like Dan Aykroyd.
I want to buzzcut it but my wife won't let me until I lose some weight. I'm overeating cause I realized Im severely balding. I'm trapped.

I can't throw a discus for shit.

I've got a chronic habit of being 10 minutes late to everything, except movies. I don't know why I can keep an immaculate schedule with that and miss everything else.

I'm very possibly the most selfish person I know.

I have a compulsion to reveal my darkest compulsions on a semi-anonymous message board.

I angrily beat off to FrankCobretti's confessions. True story.

On a More Serious Note (TM), I am bored and restless most of the time. Usually this is taken up by drinking and smoking too much, to find some stimulation since I put filmmaking on hold for a while, and life has been like a corpse kicked downhill. Fortunately, computer-wise, CHUD has been a place to at least find some interesting discussions and purge the most pretentious aspects of myself.

I realized that I have come to agree with Andre and Devin's complaints about the message board community.

Completely the same as Tati as far as rules towards women. The whole honorable thing never made much sense to me - she's going to sleep with another man after breaking up with your friend, so why not throw your hat in the ring?

Pretty funny, I'm the same way - it's because movies won't wait for you, and people will. For me, it's about 20 minutes late.

I even have a 20 minute rule. If someone calls and asks when I'm going to arrive, I'll say 20 minutes. It's enough to placate them*, and keep them there until I decide to actually leave to meet up with them, and then when they inevitably call 20 minutes later to see where I'm at, I just let them know I'm on my way, buying me at least another 10 minutes.

*10 minutes wouldn't be long enough and they'd call back soon, while 30 minutes might be too long for them to wait and they might leave

I'm old.

Says the woman who constantly posts half naked pictures of Amy Winehouse, that's a horrible thing to keep doing.

When I pass to a new place or new phase, I burn my bridges and usually keep little or no contact with the people associated with the previous places or phases. It made me realize that I have hardly any true friends and though I pretend to be open and accessible with my friends I'm pretty much closed off to all of them.

Well, I've come to realize I probably annoy most people with my depressive conversations and complaints. I only know of a few people who probably arent tired of me by now.

I never thought I'd want to commit violence on a girl, but Amanda, you stupid bitch because I know you're reading this.. if I ever run into you I will put your dumb fucking ass in a coma.

The bulgarian chick?

I am, and mostly likely always will be, white.

I'm turning into my dad.

I've realised that i'm a one-trick pony on the dancefloor.Slowing or speeding up a step doesn't constitute as diversifying,i also dance the same whatever music is playing.It could be"Lady in Red"? or the prodigy's "Firestarter?" and I'll be there thrusting my hips and giving a thumbs up to any women that are checking me out.




Ha.Only playing.I'm possibly the greatest dancer ever and i'm white.

At work I am an incredibly hard worker. On days off I am completely worthless. I wake up at 5AM everyday for work, and I have been trying to make an effort for the past couple months to be up at 7 on days off, cook a decent breakfast, go for a morning job, really seize the day. My alarm clock went off at 7:00AM, I got four phone calls before 9:00, and I just now (10:00) got out of the shower and got dressed, because my realtor wants to go look at houses.

The realization isn't even that I am lazy and sleep in. It's that I am 1/3 of the way through my life, and I am wasting precious hours. Fuck, I guess I'm turning into my dad too, worried about growing old and not accomplishing goals I set for myself.

My friends dragged me to the club on new years eve....by the time we left, I realized why I never go to clubs. I'm too white, too high class I guess, and I cant dance. I felt totally out of place there. lol. Maybe I wasnt intoxicated enough. I'll give it another chance and get piss drunk.

I don't know what's more shocking. Beating off or somehow angrily beating off. I don't even know how that works.

Let me introduce you to Naomi Watts in Mulholland Dr...

Apparently I make poses while watching films. Last night I was watching Star Trek 6. As the climax came (when Spock and McCoy outfit the Photon Torpedo to find the cloaked Bird of Prey) I stood up put my left foot forward onto the ottoman, raised my fist, and said "fire" all perfectly synchronized with Shatner. Keep in mind I didn't realize I was even moving until after I shouted fire. Thank god I was watching it alone.

I'm of the opinion that people are assholes, and as such do nothing to prevent them from being so. For instance, if a guy is talking like a loud dumbass on the bus to his doctor about an infection right behind me, I won't say anything. I resolves uncomfortable moments by doing the only thing I know how: either throwing up my hands and going, well, people are like that, or sucking it up and not complaining about.

I also realize that I do not trust anyone else to do shit when I can do it just as well, but probably better. I'd make for horrible middle management.