It’s funny you say that.
I popped a bottle top yesterday and the cap hit me directly where my eye is located, thankfully I was wearing glasses and the flying projectile bounced off the glass protecting my left lense.
*No homo*.
Here in the great u.s. of a you could have hit the jackpot with a lawsuit against the manufacturer for failing to provide adequate warning labels for the projectability (if this is a word i don’t think i’m using it right) of that bottle top.
Remember kids: always wear real goggles before you dawn your beer goggles.
Especially since I reached my thirties. In my twenties, I could sort of still convince myself there was time, but now I am just undeniably past the age where people accomplish great things.
Or… I mean, I know it’s not 100% like that, but it doesn’t feel good to have nothing much to show for your twenties. It really doesn’t.
The worst part is that I can feel my brain slowing down. I find that a hundred times more frightening than physical ageing. Realising that my mental faculties are simply less sharp than they were when I was younger.
I don’t care about ever doing anything “special.” I just want to stay out of trouble and have troublesome people stay away from me.
(I also like to help those who are in need, when I can.)
Growing up as the outcast, I thought that maybe I could do something special like in those movies you watch, but I’m over that thought. Besides, apparently thinking that makes you a narcissist. Now I tend to stay away from people because they love treating me like the scum of the earth.
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I feel that
How and why
Yes.
Maybe you’re just not that special.
Has that thought ever occurred to you?
You’ve been here a while morris. do you remember when i posted on scar504?
anyway thinking you’re special will get you killed or ruin your life one way or another.
best to keep your head down and eyes up, mind your business, focus on your goals, pass the hate and keep up with the real ones.
only took me 6 years to figure that out but aint like we got any role models down here round the millenium
I remember you.
You have a great sense of humor and I like you (in a totally straight, heterosexual sort of way).
🙂
lol
just tag each comment “no homo.” we’ll be good
or provide a link with some proof of masculinity like a video of you opening a beer bottle with your eye socket.
It’s funny you say that.
I popped a bottle top yesterday and the cap hit me directly where my eye is located, thankfully I was wearing glasses and the flying projectile bounced off the glass protecting my left lense.
*No homo*.
glad you still have the use of your eyes then!
Here in the great u.s. of a you could have hit the jackpot with a lawsuit against the manufacturer for failing to provide adequate warning labels for the projectability (if this is a word i don’t think i’m using it right) of that bottle top.
Remember kids: always wear real goggles before you dawn your beer goggles.
Only all the time
Yes.
Especially since I reached my thirties. In my twenties, I could sort of still convince myself there was time, but now I am just undeniably past the age where people accomplish great things.
Or… I mean, I know it’s not 100% like that, but it doesn’t feel good to have nothing much to show for your twenties. It really doesn’t.
The worst part is that I can feel my brain slowing down. I find that a hundred times more frightening than physical ageing. Realising that my mental faculties are simply less sharp than they were when I was younger.
That is horrifying to me.
muspell, you remind me a lot of a coworker of mine. also myself i always read your posts like voices from the future.
thankfully i havent passed the mid-point on this decade. you wouldnt guess it looking at me though
I don’t care about ever doing anything “special.” I just want to stay out of trouble and have troublesome people stay away from me.
(I also like to help those who are in need, when I can.)
Growing up as the outcast, I thought that maybe I could do something special like in those movies you watch, but I’m over that thought. Besides, apparently thinking that makes you a narcissist. Now I tend to stay away from people because they love treating me like the scum of the earth.