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I'll show you mine, if you show me yours

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Overrated, Sep 4, 2008.

  1. Overrated

    Overrated Guest

    So, 2,800+ posts and I've contributed absolutely nothing to this board. We all know I masturbate to tom petty's avatar, abort babies with sportschick, plot BYH's murder, burn cars, and hate pallister and zeke.

    But, once, a long time ago, I made my only valuable contribution to the board. Huggy said at the time it was a "Post of the Year" candidate -- it was the best day of my life -- but all you fuckers were on one of your outings, so like three people saw it.

    Anyway, this isn't about that. It's about the ONE post you've ever made in your time on this board of which you're proud. Don't nominate others. Just pick one of your own and share.

    Here's mine. It was in response to a question about how the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote became rivals. It's really not all that good, but it beats the hell outta all my shitty one-liners only I think are funny.

  2. Freelance Hack

    Freelance Hack Active Member

    Can I get back the minute it took me to open this page and read this?
  3. forever_town

    forever_town Well-Known Member

  4. mike311gd

    mike311gd Active Member

    I remember that vividly, PO. That was worth a flipped car or two.
  5. Songbird

    Songbird Well-Known Member

    Don't have one. But I'm going to keep trying every bit as hard as the junior varsity to post one someday.
  6. imjustagirl

    imjustagirl Active Member

    I'm just saying, it's a lot easier to skim 2,800 mostly worthless posts than 27,000-plus completely worthless posts.
  7. slappy4428

    slappy4428 Active Member

    I think mine was when I called The Dwarf "The Whore to end all Whores"
  8. Overrated

    Overrated Guest

    Were you even around in 2006?

    Anyway, this thread isn't about MY post. I just wanted to read everyone else's memorable posts.
  9. mike311gd

    mike311gd Active Member

    Yeah, I was. I just didn't post much.
  10. mike311gd

    mike311gd Active Member

    Here's mine. It was in response to JackReacher's questioning of the difficulties of making friends.

    Man. It's almost as if everyone on this board spent a few minutes digging around in my thoughts from today. Ryan, driving home tonight, I began to assess my difficulty in making friends, so your question is keeping me up tonight.

    I've got some great friends, and if you've ever read one of my stupid posts, you'd know I like to talk about them. Unfortunately, they're nowhere around me. We all -- six of us -- live in different states and see each other maybe two or three times a year; I haven't seen my best friend since Festivus, 2006. We keep in touch all right, some times better than others, but it's not enough for me. They're great, great people, and I couldn't ask for a better set of friends. Well, I could, but I wouldn't get them.

    However, I think they've spoiled me for other friendships down the road, at least a little bit. When we all drifted in separate directions, I took it real hard. For as long as I could remember, I was surrounded by a group of friends. These guys, in particular, and I were inseparable as a group between 1998 and 2005. When we were all in town on college breaks, everyone would congregate at my place or a bar or the baseball field. As long as we were together, it didn't matter what we did. And everything went through me. I was the social director, so to speak; the Jerry to the group, although sometimes a bit of Constanza sneaked through the cracks.

    It was extremely difficult for me to leave "home." I was the first one to go, and it felt terrible. I moved for a job, and I told myself, "This is what people do" and "I've got nothing tying me down" and "I won't miss anything in this town." I was wrong. I missed them terribly, and I still do.

    You know how when you're a senior in the last part of high school or college, you say you won't date anyone because you'll probably just leave anyway? Well, that's what I did when I moved away for the first time. And it wasn't just with women, it was with anyone. I thought I'd be out of that town in a year -- if that -- so what's the point of making friends just to leave them and feel that pain, albeit a bit smaller, again? In my head, there wasn't. And of course I was wrong.

    I lived in that town and developed a very good rapport with a co-worker, a news writer, who sat in the desk behind me. We were always very cordial to one another, poking fun at each other and complaining about the bosses. But I never felt comfortable enough to ask him to do something outside of work. I started the job on Sept. 9, 2005, and he asked me to go with his friends to the bar on St. Patrick's Day, 2006. From that point on, we became pretty close, so I thought my theory was total crap. Then he moved. And I rethought the theory.

    I felt horrible again. He was one of the few people I could trust with anything. He introduced me to plenty of people, and was directly responsible for not drowning myself in boredom; he was Jerry. But he was gone, the first of three close friends I had there to move away, and each one hurt a little. Then I moved.

    And here I am, living in a strange place for the last 11 months, socializing with friends who are en route to other places, relying on the phone calls and text messages and a semi-weekly meeting for lunch as my non-work, human contact. And I find myself subscribing to that theory once again.

    And, yeah, Ryan, you're right. I could probably go to the bar and meet people, but that's really not my style. I hate when people come up to me and start a conversation, then never leave my side, and I have never felt comfortable or wanted to be that guy. There's nothing wrong with it, but it's not me. I'm a social guy, but I'm not. I'm introverted, but I'm not. I'm a mess, dude. But I like it. It's weird.

    I really like to talk -- and type, too -- so when I go days without having a laugh with some friends, it's tough. And my neighborhood really isn't conducive for me to socialize within, largely for a reason I'd rather not discuss. Three of my close female friends beg me and "can't wait" for me to move because they hate seeing -- or hearing, rather -- me not going out with people and settling for "Boy Meets World," no matter how awesome the second season is; and it really is awesome.

    I have fun at work, and I like the people there. But it takes a lot for me to become comfortable enough to spend time with anyone outside the workplace walls. I don't want the feeling I had three Septembers ago or last March and April.

    Please don't think I'm complaining or asking for advice, because I'm not; I know what the problem is, and I know how to fix it. I'm just explaining why it's difficult for me to make friends. People aren't carbon copies of one another. What works for you might not work for Clever. What works for KY probably won't work for Byrnes' stalker.

    Man, I really miss my friends now. And my Super Nintendo.

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  11. I've got nothing.

    I don't do much writing on here. I 'talk.'
  12. doubledown68

    doubledown68 Active Member

    As long as there's an Oasis link below every post, then you're bringing sunshine to these parts.

    Edit: Except Shakermaker. It's an unneccessary nuisance between Rock n' Roll Star and Live Forever. Everything else, though, is cool.
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