Admittedly, there are a lot of things I don’t understand and I’ll possibly never understand. In many instances, I am a calculated person – you know the type, who actually thinks before he speaks – someone who’s not impulsive and thinks of others’ feelings. For the most part, I’ve always exhibited these qualities but sometimes I slip up. Also, I’m a loyal person. In relationships, I don’t stray. If I’m your lover, I’m YOUR lover and If I’m your friend, then I’m YOUR friend. I have all types of friends – business/goal oriented, slackers, gay, straight, black and white. My relationships are EEO practices. One issue that is prevalent, when you are around diverse people is that you cannot please everyone. Whether its not having time for all, or not being excessively generous. I can work with the person to grow and move past these, at-times, trivial matters. Other issues are more difficult to tackle. I have 2 close friends outside of my girlfriend ( I know…. But she’s a great girl and she puts up with my shit, so fuck off, lol), X ( a gay male) and Y ( a lesbian).
X is a great dude. We shared a lot and challenged each other in HS and college. I had no idea he was gay, but I sort of suspected it. I would joke about it and he maintained that he like women and that was good enough for me. I wasn’t harsh when ridiculing him about being more effeminate than I and he’d mock me about being a fat ass. Good ol’ fashion ball-busting (probably poor choice of word here but moving on). X after we graduated from school, admitted that he was married to a male. I was shocked that he’d lie and maintain it. I was surprised that he was in long enough of a relationship to consider himself married and that he could tell me about this shit when we were pretty close. He’d talk about chicks in school, but I know now it was all code for a dude he was reaming. I’m sensitive to other’s feelings when its necessary. I will admit that our relationship has changed due to that lack of trust and openness (probably another of those questionable words to use). I accept it and he’s still a friend but we don’t kick it as much, due, primarily to our schedules (seriously, he was manicures on Thursdays and I have pedicures on Fridays. Lol bad, right?) But regardless, that’s my boy and that status won’t change because who he bangs was never my preoccupation.
Y is my oldest and most loyal friend. I’ve known her for 10 years. I was attracted to her before she was into chicks. I accepted that part of her early in the game. She’d come over my house and we’d write songs and think about ways to make money. Our relationship changed when I was courting my girlfriend but we remained strong friends. If we didn’t see each other for months it was cool because when we’d see each other, we’d pick up right where we left off. Sometimes, I think she’d choose me over her girlfriends and I’ll admit that was a good feeling. I appreciated her and it showed that she appreciated me. Occasionally, I would question different things about being gay and she’d explain her views and I feel better educated about the topic. My questions went on. I wanted to fully understand the gays ( homophobia, huh?). Somehow, I was deemed as Y’s most homophobic friend ( oh, snap!!!!). Y downplayed it as if it was just my nature and that’s she’d just have to accept it. I was shocked, even outraged. I consider myself accepting and open ( eh, I may need to revise my use of this open word) . That declaration changed things and, admittedly I was pissed, but later I looked introspectively to determine whether I could improve on my interactions with all and whether I just think I spare the feeling of others. So I worked at it and its still a work in progress but I’m glad I still have Y as a friend.
If you’ve had relationships such as the ones above hit me up and share your story.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Cop Movies
What’s the deal with cop movies? Look into cop movies as a vehicle for comedians and comediennes to ignite their acting careers. Looking into Wikipedia and IMDB.com, Whoopi Goldberg and Eddie Murphy have played detectives. Granted Murphy did more cop oriented movies (Beverly Hills 1, 2, 3 and possible 4 to come soon) and the ass known as Metro. I enjoy most of the movies, they’re cult classics at least in the black community. However, why must the detectives be smoove, jive talking flat foots? Most of the cop I’ve been around are dicks and would rather crack your skull than crack a joke. Even moving forward the buddy cop genre have some of the same characteristics. Martin Lawrence and Will Smith star in the Bad Boys franchise and, again, enjoyable movies, but still unrealistic at least to cops in Baltimore. Rush Hour, the movie franchise that Chris Tucker is famous for has the same situa. Chris Tucker is a wisecracking, ass chaser and atypical to a person of law enforcement. I want to find the town in America where the cops make job and do other funny shit. Just a thought.
Also, what’s the deal with the cop movie cliché’s? Really. I’ve seen enough movies to pick out my top five.
1. Bad guys are bad shots – dude go to a friggin’ firing range or something. It’s like the heroes has these one-in-a-million occurrence all through the movie. I just sit there and laugh at the movie will attempt to suspend my disbelief.
2. Ex-wife/ children – every cop in these movies still loves there ex-wife. “You still love that bitch that’s taking half? She’s getting your pension.” Or the cop has a strained relationship with their children.
3. Chase scene – some great ones but some terrible ones. For a while every cop movie I saw was filmed in San Francisco and the cop would drive some sort of battleship or a car. The cop is chasing the Colombian drug lord (a future issue) and he does down the largest decline in a road known to man and scrapes the undercarriage of his car. WTF.
4. Villains/culture shock – what ever happened to regular white criminals? Usually the criminal is named Escobar or using oil sheen in his hair. If the villain is white they tend to be European. That shit. Some of the movies a street smart cop is paired with an import from another country to take down the Triad (this may indeed be the synopsis of a movie I watched). During the hunt for the bad guys shenanigans ensue. The moral of the story is the audience gets to see Jackie and Chris sing “War!”. Bullocks
5. Bad endings – if its not the possible sequel ending, its not a ending at all. This is an issue. I understand that every movie should be a franchise. I mean why not? I’d be all in if Riggs and Murtaugh got there disheveled asses back together but some movies are just good. I love Die Hard 4 but I need to hear “muthafucker” not see Justin Long play Justin Long. Kevin Smith was cool, though.
With that said, I hope Kevin Smith’s movie ( this will sound more like a Homoerotic snuff film than cop movie) “A couple of dicks” breaks away from some on these chiches.
Also, what’s the deal with the cop movie cliché’s? Really. I’ve seen enough movies to pick out my top five.
1. Bad guys are bad shots – dude go to a friggin’ firing range or something. It’s like the heroes has these one-in-a-million occurrence all through the movie. I just sit there and laugh at the movie will attempt to suspend my disbelief.
2. Ex-wife/ children – every cop in these movies still loves there ex-wife. “You still love that bitch that’s taking half? She’s getting your pension.” Or the cop has a strained relationship with their children.
3. Chase scene – some great ones but some terrible ones. For a while every cop movie I saw was filmed in San Francisco and the cop would drive some sort of battleship or a car. The cop is chasing the Colombian drug lord (a future issue) and he does down the largest decline in a road known to man and scrapes the undercarriage of his car. WTF.
4. Villains/culture shock – what ever happened to regular white criminals? Usually the criminal is named Escobar or using oil sheen in his hair. If the villain is white they tend to be European. That shit. Some of the movies a street smart cop is paired with an import from another country to take down the Triad (this may indeed be the synopsis of a movie I watched). During the hunt for the bad guys shenanigans ensue. The moral of the story is the audience gets to see Jackie and Chris sing “War!”. Bullocks
5. Bad endings – if its not the possible sequel ending, its not a ending at all. This is an issue. I understand that every movie should be a franchise. I mean why not? I’d be all in if Riggs and Murtaugh got there disheveled asses back together but some movies are just good. I love Die Hard 4 but I need to hear “muthafucker” not see Justin Long play Justin Long. Kevin Smith was cool, though.
With that said, I hope Kevin Smith’s movie ( this will sound more like a Homoerotic snuff film than cop movie) “A couple of dicks” breaks away from some on these chiches.
Trains
I am sometimes the most socially awkward person to be around. Its funny, I tend no to care for most people in general – mainly selfish characteristics piss me off. But I tend to work in jobs that are customer service oriented or marketing focused. I guess I’m a professional because coworkers believe I’m a fun guy. News flash I secretly hate most of you. I’m a guy who loves his time and will only share it with a few and if your not included then you should get the hint. Usually, when I don’t like someone or something it is known, however I declare my dislike in a tasteful and tactful manner. As mentioned, I work in marketing; it is my current job with a big company. I would ride a train in to work to save on gas money and I kept quiet during my daily commute to work – you know ear buds in and listening to Atreyu. I find a lot of the commuters to be complete assholes. Seriously, they would take a seat and place their briefcase beside them knowing that the training fills quickly. The train has quiet rules and every passenger wants to be an enforcer – I can whisper on the phone but you can type like a retarded chimp on your MacBook? – Man, eat a dick. They aren’t all bad though. Some people try to make small talk with me and that’s cool but only small talk, I don’t want to be your train buddy. One chick wanted to me swim in her aquarium her among other things but she had two things going against her – I have a great chick and she looked like a clownfish. Yes like Nemo. The chick was cool and when I was up to it we’d talk on the train before work. But I guess human nature dictates that you eventually make some acquaintances.
There was a dude on the train that was a bit younger than I. He is pretty eccentric dude but he spoke to me everyday and attempted small talk. I guess he wanted to make friends and I was the only person in his age range that rode that train. We talked about movies, the Internet and computers. Don would ask me about chicks, because he was horrible with them. I was like a fat ass Casanova or something. I would call Don a nerd but I would call him something that began with an “n” and ended with an “erd”. We’d talk shit about one another – you know good natured ribbing. He was a good dude someone I could be friends with outside of the train. But their was one problem. Dude didn’t understand boundaries. Don’t you hate people can’t stop touching you, you know – a pat on the should, fist bumps and shit like that. I mean, really dude. I ignored it, thinking maybe he’s one of those “pat on the shoulder” kinda guys and that’s how his circle of friends operates. The dude, Don, was on the same train in the afternoon as I. Don was like the little annoying brother than every one has. Eventually, I determined that Don had some issues – meds. Don had to take “happy pills” due to depression and he could control impulses some times. He started replacing those pats on the shoulder and fist bumps with punches. I’m a big buy – 6’3 and over 300, so those punches were miniscule but there was intent behind them. Don was a smaller dude and I didn’t want to play the bully role, I just wanted to have a civil conversation about porn in a crowded car – what’s wrong with that. I allowed the punches and shit to go on for a little while. I mean the conversations about games, girls and guns were cool but keep your fucking hands off of me. Dude didn’t stop didn’t stop its like it was part of the conversation – you know, par for the course. So for every time he hit me in the arm, I punched his in the chest or stomach. I mean short range; you’d be gasping for air punches. Don would fall to his knees and then pop back up like nothing happened. That shit was weird. I began to think Don was a serial killer and I asked him. I never found out because I was relocated to another site never to see Don again. And the moral of this story is never talk to people on the train.
There was a dude on the train that was a bit younger than I. He is pretty eccentric dude but he spoke to me everyday and attempted small talk. I guess he wanted to make friends and I was the only person in his age range that rode that train. We talked about movies, the Internet and computers. Don would ask me about chicks, because he was horrible with them. I was like a fat ass Casanova or something. I would call Don a nerd but I would call him something that began with an “n” and ended with an “erd”. We’d talk shit about one another – you know good natured ribbing. He was a good dude someone I could be friends with outside of the train. But their was one problem. Dude didn’t understand boundaries. Don’t you hate people can’t stop touching you, you know – a pat on the should, fist bumps and shit like that. I mean, really dude. I ignored it, thinking maybe he’s one of those “pat on the shoulder” kinda guys and that’s how his circle of friends operates. The dude, Don, was on the same train in the afternoon as I. Don was like the little annoying brother than every one has. Eventually, I determined that Don had some issues – meds. Don had to take “happy pills” due to depression and he could control impulses some times. He started replacing those pats on the shoulder and fist bumps with punches. I’m a big buy – 6’3 and over 300, so those punches were miniscule but there was intent behind them. Don was a smaller dude and I didn’t want to play the bully role, I just wanted to have a civil conversation about porn in a crowded car – what’s wrong with that. I allowed the punches and shit to go on for a little while. I mean the conversations about games, girls and guns were cool but keep your fucking hands off of me. Dude didn’t stop didn’t stop its like it was part of the conversation – you know, par for the course. So for every time he hit me in the arm, I punched his in the chest or stomach. I mean short range; you’d be gasping for air punches. Don would fall to his knees and then pop back up like nothing happened. That shit was weird. I began to think Don was a serial killer and I asked him. I never found out because I was relocated to another site never to see Don again. And the moral of this story is never talk to people on the train.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Popularity
Popularity
The older I get the funnier things become to me. Its funny in that ironic way not that annoying, immature or I’ve smoked way too much way. Just ironic. We’ve all had an experience in high school, if you weren’t the most popular kid. Being cut from the football team or being rejected by chicks so many times that it feels more like a sport than a spontaneous event. Oops, it sounds like I’m just talking about myself. Ha! But seriously, I listen to songs such as Lil Wayne’s “Prom Queen” and, at first I thought it was ass, but now listening to the lyrics which, although simplistic, remind me of instances of rejection and makes me laugh at those chicks or “prom queens” who rejected me. I love how when chicks are younger they want the “bad boy” or the dude who doesn’t treat them as well as, say the fat guy in slightly tinted glasses. Again, talking about myself. But really, is this the learning process that most, not all, women go through? The chicks have their fun earlier in life and determine its not for them and eventually look for the guy, who may have been a nerd or shy in high school, to settle down with. I think that’s a bit shitty. Its like why do you want me now? “Oh, that’s right. You’re used up and no one else wants you.” I hate reclamation projects. Don’t get me wrong, I’m speaking of a select audience and its not exclusive to women. Guys are asses too just not in the same way. Guys are brought back down to reality very quickly. The jocks, if they aren’t among the best in the state, they’re shit in college. Some of those jocks were complete assholes that received preferential treatment. I had a few classmates that were the shit in HS but once they hit college in MD they sucked and eventually they transferred another school. Its like they are running from failure. I wasn’t a chump in high school; I was more calculated and somewhat socially inept. I had friends but we were all similar in characteristics from the popular kids. We were into comics, movies and anime while the cool kids like music, fashion and sports. Another thing that I find funny is that people like assholes. Why do you think T.O. is still playing in the league? I wasn’t Mr. Popularity in high school or college when I as nice, an individual and generally quiet, but when I became more of an aggressive and braggadocios person people gravitated to me. Its funny. I always had that as a part of my personality but when it’s the main characteristic of my personality I’m Cool Rob. I’ve grown past a lot of the shyness and am more braggadocios but not an asshole now. I was one but, generally, not now. I guess the moral for you kiddies out there: become an asshole and you’ll be the shit.
The older I get the funnier things become to me. Its funny in that ironic way not that annoying, immature or I’ve smoked way too much way. Just ironic. We’ve all had an experience in high school, if you weren’t the most popular kid. Being cut from the football team or being rejected by chicks so many times that it feels more like a sport than a spontaneous event. Oops, it sounds like I’m just talking about myself. Ha! But seriously, I listen to songs such as Lil Wayne’s “Prom Queen” and, at first I thought it was ass, but now listening to the lyrics which, although simplistic, remind me of instances of rejection and makes me laugh at those chicks or “prom queens” who rejected me. I love how when chicks are younger they want the “bad boy” or the dude who doesn’t treat them as well as, say the fat guy in slightly tinted glasses. Again, talking about myself. But really, is this the learning process that most, not all, women go through? The chicks have their fun earlier in life and determine its not for them and eventually look for the guy, who may have been a nerd or shy in high school, to settle down with. I think that’s a bit shitty. Its like why do you want me now? “Oh, that’s right. You’re used up and no one else wants you.” I hate reclamation projects. Don’t get me wrong, I’m speaking of a select audience and its not exclusive to women. Guys are asses too just not in the same way. Guys are brought back down to reality very quickly. The jocks, if they aren’t among the best in the state, they’re shit in college. Some of those jocks were complete assholes that received preferential treatment. I had a few classmates that were the shit in HS but once they hit college in MD they sucked and eventually they transferred another school. Its like they are running from failure. I wasn’t a chump in high school; I was more calculated and somewhat socially inept. I had friends but we were all similar in characteristics from the popular kids. We were into comics, movies and anime while the cool kids like music, fashion and sports. Another thing that I find funny is that people like assholes. Why do you think T.O. is still playing in the league? I wasn’t Mr. Popularity in high school or college when I as nice, an individual and generally quiet, but when I became more of an aggressive and braggadocios person people gravitated to me. Its funny. I always had that as a part of my personality but when it’s the main characteristic of my personality I’m Cool Rob. I’ve grown past a lot of the shyness and am more braggadocios but not an asshole now. I was one but, generally, not now. I guess the moral for you kiddies out there: become an asshole and you’ll be the shit.
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