I’m not one for cutting, Â burning, choking, erm, directly harming my own body. ..unless I’m beating the shit out of inanimate objects, Â but that’s neither here nor there.
So instead, I start fights.
Because I can.
Because I’m a dick.
Because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing anymore.
Tonights filler: bar-brawl-induced-black-eye
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Wow that looks painful…..Bar fighting is risky …..people are drunk…. anger and testosterone are in overdrive and they may carry weapons….be safe out there man
Why would somebody with such nice flooring get into a fight? I’m perplexed. Dude, you have nice floors. Do you have losing tastes in football teams? You’re not a Raiders fan are you? This is all just so sad.
I”m not belittling your situation, but I’m just saying this, because; this is the type of thing I say. “Electrode, Self Destruct!”. You know? Ash Ketchum, Team Rocket; Ekans, Meowth.
Oh yeah, and if you throw a pokeball you know the other guy will, so you better be ready for a battle and accept the consequences. My nigga. Crazy.
IFMAY….. I’m just curious….are you black?
@C4 raiders fan > cardinal or jaguar fans….they suck…..
My favorite team usually chokes in the playoffs. I understand the OP’s angst.
My flooring used to be enough, but eventually, we become immune!
But if it makes the situation any better, when I arrived back home, I laid on my beautiful flooring and laughed and my less than canny decision.
I despise the Raiders.
Not even because they could be one of the worse possible teams around.
I was completely ready for the outcome of this situation.
I wasn’t putting my nose in somebody else’s business thinking I was coming out unscathed.
It’s all good, Odd.
I’ve done the same thing- gotten into a fight with a random stranger without knowing what the outcome would be. Sometimes I kick ass, sometimes my ass gets kicked. So it goes.
My guess is you’re a Denver fan first, San Fran second.
Seattle Third.
1. no
2. hell no
3. they’re in my top 5
I’m a Ravens/Giants/Steelers kinda guy.
This is why i don’t do bars. Well, that and the fact that i don’t drink, so there’s zero reason for me to be at a bar in the first place. And even if i did drink, bar drinks are freakin’ expensive, and DUI’s suck, and taxis are expensive…
Hmm. Ok. You’re obviously a brawler, so I’ll try to stay off of your nerves.
Those are great choices.
The NFC East will be tough this year, it usually is. Can the Giants overcome the Skins? Idk.
I could never kill myself before football season starts. I mean, c’mon, really? Who the fuck kills themselves before the season even starts?
Hah!
Usually I just drink at home, it saves A LOT of money.
I haven’t obtained a DUI, yet, knock on wood.
And I live in a fairly small town where taxis consist of minivans with a spray painted “taxi” sign on them.
That’s almost as sketchy as hopping in a van with “free candy” scribbled on the side.
well, we do know that candy from strangers tastes the best.
The only people who kill themselves before the season starts, are clearly WNBA fans praying for a comeback.
NFC East is my favorite.
The Skins are looking really good.
But I think if the Giants can play a good ground game…they’ll have a solid chance.
I strongly dislike that Manning guy.
If the Skins don’t get injured, look out.
Fuck the Cowgirls.
I have nothing negative to say about Philly.
Who hasn’t been to a dogfight?
You remind me of someone.
Juxtaposed?
Forget it.
(;
Lucy, we should quit meeting like this.
I’ll say that you remind me of somebody that I used to know.
Soooooooooomebody.
I’ve been lucky several times, driving when i shouldn’t have. The last time was a sort of mixed-bag. I was pretty much fine, but the car didn’t make it. I figured that was enough. I often wish i had just died in that moment, because everything since then has been shit. And then i wonder if, perhaps, i really wasn’t “fine,” and that maybe “all this” is really just a coma-dream. Maybe none of you people exist, and i’m not really typing this right now, but am actually unconscious in a hospital somewhere. Or maybe i died, and this is my hellish purgatory afterlife, that i don’t even get the privilege of knowing isn’t what it seems to be.
Or maybe i just struggle to believe my life really went the way it did, and it’s fun to imagine that this isn’t really happening.
Ha! That was a shot in the dark based off Bannock county.
You’re a cool guy, plus your interior fashion sense is fierce.
I’m going to step off now. Good Day, Sir.
Cheers, sir.
Clever…I’m going to roll with this.
I’m a figment of your imagination.
I am your own creation!
Mind you, you’ve made me quite destructive, but I forgive you.
Aside from our alter-universe we have going, do you believe that things happen for a reason?
I believe that all effects have causes, and while most people do what they do, motivated by what they believe, which often both constitutes and qualifies as “for a reason,” i do not think that all of those reasons are good or valid. Lots of people do lots of things for bad or invalid reasons, but they are “reasons” nonetheless.
IRL, i find solipsism quite absurd… which would make it outrageously ironic if i was actually in a coma-dream. Because then, i really would be the only one here, despite believing that to be quite an absurd suggestion.
I sometimes imagine that if this were a coma dream, or if this were my hell, then it would stand to reason that the key to escape, would be something the entire world tries to tell me is wrong, like suicide. What if suicide is the only correct way to escape? What if, in my “coma dream,” suicide is the only way to awaken into my real life again? And, if i do awaken, what will i find? Will i have a functional body and mind? Will i be horribly crippled or paralyzed? Is this “coma dream” better than that reality?
Idk. This all feels pretty actual to me. I think that how much time i spend wishing it wasn’t, is the key to knowing it actually is real.
I find it even more absurd that there are people actually lost, deep in the world of solipsism.
There was a time when I almost had myself convinced that things happened for a reason.
But eventually, the “reasons” started making no sense.
Everything became a clusterfuck.
The world becomes a lonely place after awhile.
“I find it even more absurd that there are people actually lost, deep in the world of solipsism.”
^this. Exactly. I may contemplate coma-dream fantasies, but the idea of solipsism is just so far removed from anything approaching a reasonable perspective.
I think if you say “everything happens for a reason,” then you have to give “reason” a reasonably variable definition. So, yeah, sure, everything happens for a reason… but what does “for a reason” really mean? Sometimes it’s just because a crazy person had a spontaneous urge to do whatever. I think that even the craziness can “make sense,” but it’s not the kind of “sense” most people are comfortable with.
Every effect has a cause, and even the causes have causes. Most people’s actions are motivated by their beliefs, ie: what is going on in their mind, both on a regular basis, as well as from moment to moment.
I usually end up coming back to the “because people are people, and will do what they do.” explanation. If you want to spend time and energy deciphering it all, it’s possible to trace effects through multiple layers of causes… but it’s usually due to people doing things based on what they think, and circumstances.
You’re quite wise.
What you say actually makes sense.
My mind is a hot mess without having to try and decipher the world.
Yeah clevername is a wise ole man….. I wish someone exactly like him were my father….. I would be a lot wiser and probably wouldn’t be so fucked up in the head like I am now…..
I was lucky.
My old man was a good guy.
He was smart. Caring. Giving. Honest. Etc. Etc.
Yet, i’m still completely fucked up, in a really fucked up kind of way.
Hah.
I’ve seen my father less then 10 times my whole life…..I know his name and that’s all I know about him…. maybe I would have still ended up here in this state but I just can’t help to think “what if” sometimes
The “what ifs” are brutal.
But everyday you hear stories of people saying something like “I forgot my wallet at home and had to hurry back to get it, if I wouldn’t have done that, I would have been on that bus that drove off the bridge.”
Coincidence? Divine intervention? Sheer luck?
The motherfucking “what ifs.”