Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Ok people, it’s time for another one of my bad ideas. We all know that some of you like to hijack the posts to bitch about your past and how your life sucks, so i’m puting up this post just for you. Here we all can compare scares and swap horrer storys. I’ll anwser any questions about my past, within reason. For some of my past dig up my hate corner and druge through the mess. So come one, come all and find out just how alike we all are.

…Uhhh…Boxers or briefs?

I prefer briefs, myself.

boxers. but what does that have to do with the topic?

You’d say you’d answer questions. Is this a better one?

Optimistic or pessimistic?

Nether, i’m a glass just is kinda guy.

Pessimist. 100% pessimist.

If you were forced to do one or the other, would you rather stare at your father’s scrotum or your mother’s labia?

I call it logicism, if the glass was full, then was emptied, it’s half empty. If the glass was empty and was filled, it’s half full.

Pineapple or pimpslap?

A realist than…what was your worst school experience?

Hee, Miw, you have a pragmatic approach to the whole thing. ^_^

Isn’t life wonderful?

*hugs everybody*

To Vincy, i’d have to say mothers labia “cringe”. Pimpslap bitch.
Worst school exp, i’d have to say when i got jumped in the school weight room.
I was geting ready for athetics as usual, when about 5 people walked up to me. I was disliked by just about every body in school so nobody “saw anything”, the coatches were in their office with the blinds pulled so they didn’t see anything ether. I had my back to a wall and they cut off all other exits. i fought back as best i could, two had broken noses and another 3 broke teeth, but i looked like hell after. Put me in the hospital for like 2 weeks. one guy got away clean, because he had no injurys, but the other 4 got the finger for the wounds they sported. they have records now. The other guy got away scott free.

Why were you disliked by just about everybody in you school?

It started back in elamentery, people just started disliking me and after years i just gave up giveing a shit and stoped being nice to them.

Damb, how many people did Taeshi and Suit bann. Usualy threds get hijaked but so far it seems kinda dead.

Just one person that I don’t think you ever talked to anyway. It’s not that this thread is dumb, it’s not and you know if it was I would tell you, but no one really sees the appeal of it.

@Lark90: You are a better fighter than I. My last (and first) high school fight happened in the locker room and ended with the other guy walking away nary a scratch and me lying on the ground crying, with no hearing in my left ear for the next couple of hours. Also one of my more embarrassing moments…
See the thread has life

Oh, Lark…

*hugs*

I’m only a better fighter because of blind rage and i’m 6’ 1” and they were like average 5’ 9”. My family has a very vilent streak and i inherited some of it. It takes a lot to push my buttens but when you do or back me in a corner be ready for hell. Any more questions?

My first fight taught people never to underestimate the skinny art kids… SOme guy walked up to me, pushed me over, then grabbed my collar… RAAAAGE took over and his nose was never the same again ¬-¬ The only fight i ever lost was the time it was six on me and my friend. I busted some guy’s nose and gave another dude a scratch he would remember forever, but eventually ended with me getting two broken fingers Happy days much eh

Oh yea, it was fun as hell, even though i was hospialized. What i gained was worth the broke nose, broke wrists, broke feamer, four cracked ribs, two broke ribs, and shatered pinky. The guy who didn’t get jail time, i started planing his torment and i mean real pain, not just a fanticy. As i was planing his pain, every time i saw him it would bring a smile to my face and he started noticing. Well after some time he started geting paranoid and i staped planing and tryed a new aproche. Every time i saw him i would close my eyes, tilt my head, and split my face into a smile. by the time i moved away he was a nervese wreck. So on the last day i was there, i walked up to him smileing, kissed him on the right cheek, patted his left cheek, and walked away. i think he pissed himself. LOL

My life’s great. I started off poor, ugly, and in the hands of two of the worst parents you could ask for: A recovering alcoholic father and a college dropout smoking mother. Considering where they came from, the fact that they shaped up to help bring a son into the world as best as they could is pretty impressive. I am eternally indebted to the sacrfices they made in time, money, and effort to make sure I didn’t turn out like them, in fact I’ve often felt very ashamed to have put so much of a burden on them.

Growing up I’ve was very conflicted between envy of the material life of my peers and pride in the things that made me special. I’ve always been in the top of my class, always played on the safe side, and always been forgiving and friendly to everyone. As time goes on, I often wonder if I’ve lost my only chance to be a kid. There’s a huge list of things I never did that I wish I could have done, and it makes me feel old for someone who can barely buy a beer. My conflicts are always like this: introspective. I rarely seek help from others when I’m down, and usually believe that if I can’t save myself from my own doubts, no one else can. I think my fear of burdening the people I love has distanced me from the people I wish would help me the most, a trend of guilty love that stems from how I was raised and the earnesty in which I care about the people who got me to where I am now, however humble a start it may be.

See, thats what i’m talking about. No matter how bad things seem, smile they could be worse. I was raised (sorta) by two highschool dropouts. My father was realy smart and mother had common sense and a large understanding, they were just neglectful. They were always doing work or doing drugs, meth. They didn’t want us involved in the drugs so they would lock themselves up or go over to other peoples houses to do it. leaving me to grow up and take care of my younger brothers for a few years. Learned to cook and to love to cook. Though, realy does a number on a kid, to get off the bus from elamentery to see the house crawling with cops, arresting your parents in the front lawn. Went to live with a family friend for a wile after that. Mother cleaned herself up and got out of jail, father refused and stayed. He ended up moving to dallas after his release. Things were never the same after. Shure mother started being there more for us but i think thats when my heart started becoming cold. Never herd the end of it from the school kids until i moved away in highschool. Even after the fight. They just would say i was heading down the road my father walked, when they thought i couldn’t hear them of course. But i learned from my parents mistakes and i will make a better life for my self and my futer kids! Things are going good as is, ups and downs as usuale but i see a better futeir for me and i plan on taking it.

Incredibly apathetic to everything. Just about sums up my life to a degree. Either that or taking things way too seriously.

Aaaawwwwwww your no fun Graham, spill please.

Lark I think part of the reason kids are growing up the way they are now is that we had multiple generations before us that grew up being kids their whole life as hippies or corporate office zombies or otherwise neglectful and totally self-centered on their career and retirement goals without taking as intimate an interest in their kid’s future as their own. I see it in my friend’s life, who has two very rich parents who constantly uprooted her life across the country to further their own goals, and then repremand her frequently about staying attached to friends from their previous homes because “it’s an expensive habbit to go visit them”. They’re only interested in getting her through college so they can go live the young couples life all over again and she’s suffered so much for it and I really hate her parents a lot for being that way.

It’s people like us that will have to remember these things when it’s our turn to be parents lark. I think your greatest blessing is an understanding that even an unfortunate upbringing comes with its own gifts.

Yes, people like us have lived through the mistakes of our eleders and learned what not to do, not what we sould do. I know people who lived through their parents mistakes and then repeat the. me and our friends tryed to help them but they refuse, saying theres nothing wrong. but we see the cycle contenue and are powerles to stop it, because they chose to give up and shut us out of their heart.

There is a lot of truth to the statement “Only you can save yourself.”

Put a million bucks in their hands, surround them with loved ones, and show them to the finest detail how to overcome their problems, it will still come down to wether or not they’ll turn around.

Many people don’t know it but the jailer to their cell is themselves. I reilised that a few years ago and i still find me locking my self up some times. But i think i need those times in that cell, to hammer out my convitions, set myself free again, and live life like I want, not somebody else.

Humans….Bastards? Idiots with good intentions? Or just a good lot?

I’m going with the second one.

all three. you see all three types in just one day, it’s a mixed bag

As a member of the current generation, I must say that violence in school has either shrunk or nearly disappeared completely. I’m the most stereotypical nerd you can imagine(short, overweight, glasses, likes computers). And the most flack I’ve ever gotten from anyone was a guy who gave me a dirty look after I bumped into him in the hall. Needless to say, I’ve never been in a real fight, and my lack of a speedy response time to things flying towards my face tells me I wouldn’t do too well.

Om nomnom *toast* nom nom….

Yeah, i was like the geekiest kid around until that day… Sadly, violence is a cheap fast-track ticket to respect ^_^
If you don’t do what you want to do, then you’re just kidding yourself. I heard a story of a guy who had a crush on a girl down his road. He was planning to ask her out, but never got the chance. Finally he decided that he would. She was murdered that night. Don’t leave anything unsaid or undone ¬-¬

this whole thread is TL;DR

TL;DR:

Life sucks, get over it.

Not interested, fuck off is what you should have done, sam and john.

Whoa, calm down, it’s just a lighthearted joke o_0

Saddly, violance is a quick way to respect. Thats why i kept not giveing a shit about what they thought and they quickly lost said respect. That suited me, i’d rather have them respect me for myself then an act of rage.

Violence: unpleasant, but sadly necessary..

I never said it was unpleasant, i just don’t want to be known for it.

Violence is a permanent facet of life. As long as there are resources to compete for and as long as we assign meaning to some things more than others, there will always be greed and desperation to fuel conflict. We have always been and always will be at war in some sense of the word.

The fact of the matter is we humans crave war as much as we crave peace. Why do you think a lot of people watch the news, they talk for hours and never tell us a thing. We watch for the bad news. The car crashes, the natural disasters, and the flaws of our fellow man. Law cannot exist without Chaos and viseversa. We love to watch the suffering of our neabors and and the soothing balm of other people. so aslong as there are humans there will always be misery and love.