Has anyone talked to the Bean?

Qava

somewhat confused my new scheme.....but can deal.....and if ya don't like my additude gatekeeper fuck u

and if i see your little ending to every think u post i'm gonna start getting real mutha-fuckin nasty

I was just being confident, man. I wasn't insulting you. How are you supposed to be confident if you don't think you're better than other people? I'm not going to hit this girl or anything, just act differently than she expects. And no, you don't like football. =P

calliander......fuck you im that fucking guy and im not better than you but.........well fuck that i am better than you!!!!! and im a good boyfriend and yeah i do like football so what that had nothing at all to do with anything i think your feeling hurt and pissed off but its no reason to take it out on a perfectly nice girl just cus she kinda led you on it happens so have a coke and a smile and shut the fuck up! 948 out

You know what Tim, you should really stop complaining about your parents and move out of the house. They have no right to tell you what to do, nor does anyone else. Oh sorry.

I'm just going to say this, and that's all. Pappy, I haven't called you old in a long time. Be that as it may, friends are allowed to point out one another's faults. What good is a friend is all he does is smile and nod all the time? And not for nothing, but if the worst you get called is old, or a derivation of that, then you're pretty damn lucky. Let's call a spade a spade. It wasn't inaccurate. It's true, people don't like getting their faults pointed out to them all the time, but when a friend points out a fault, it's because they don't want to see you keep doing something wrong. And the fact that you're questioning our friendship really angers me. If you can't take getting your balls broken, then stay home and don't answer the telephone. All day long, I get called youngblood, youngster, young man...none of which please me, but I don't take it personally. What do you do when something like this happens? Give it back. Call the person a prick. Insult his morals. Call him fat. But don't sit there and sulk, wishing the world was perfect. Used and unloved? Do you want me to hold you and tell you everything's alright? I'm your friend, not your mother. You know, it was goddam frustrating dealing with you, if it was just me, I would try to get an answer out of you, instead of these circular conversations you seem to love so much. But if I was with Wilson, it would be funny. We struggled to try to deal with it, but it seemed absurdly funny when you'd swear at someone and say that you'd like to stab a pen into their neck. You're making this out like you were the perfect person, and we were these asshole that made fun of you, which is wrong. The thing was, we dealt upfront with you. We called it as we saw it. YOU ACTED LIKE AN OLD MAN. I'm not joking now, that's the comparison I see. Everytime you'd get back at us, it would be sneaky and shitty. (Hiding people's stuff and throwing their food out) And as I'm talking to Wilson right now, I think that if there was a real problem, you would have talked seriously to one of us about it, instead of dragging something up from the past to take another jab at us. I don't want us to be against you. I don't like it when it's Pappy vs. FlyingTim and Wilson. It's over and done with. We're all different people now. Lets just put it behind us.

Okay, okay. It's Christmas time, guys. We had a great time the other night, so let's not ruin it by bringing up petty disputes from the past. It doesn't matter if [Pappy]'s old, or if Tim's a retard, or if I'm an asshole. It's our differences that kept us friends in high school, and that keep us friends now. Just think, if we were all the same, wouldn't hanging out with each other be SO boring? So Speaks The Gatekeeper.

You know, I was just going to write a big nasty rant to Stone, but that would show him that I'm kinda childish, huh? Of course, for someone I've never liked anyway to expect me to care about their opinion of me is truly foolish to begin with. So Speaks The Gatekeeper.

Now, I have a simple take on jocks. I'm a horrible athlete. I'm still pissed at my parents for making me play baseball for about 7 years of my life. And NOT because of the fact that I was no good at it. I'm sure all of us have something we like to do, but we're terrible at it, but since we like it, it's still fun. No, I was terrible at baseball, AND I didn't enjoy it. But, my parents thought it would be "important" for me too learn all that sports related shit. But, alas, I never did because I hated playing. So, Caniprokis, if you feel like making your children play sports, please, be fair to them and allow them to CHOOSE what they like. And if they don't like sports, don't force them.

I respect people's athletic ability. I respect any ability that someone has. What I don't respect is when people use their ability as a way of trying to prove their better than everyone else. Competition is life, but there's a point where it becomes destructive rather than constructive. We ALL have something we can brag about. Something that we do better than everyone else we know. And we should be proud of the fact that we have those skills. But, we should never use them in a way to make someone else feel like shit. This is something that most traditional "jocks" don't seem to grasp.

Caniprokis, you can't really be considered a jock. If you were a jock, you wouldnt have hung out with us.

I agree that kids should be forced (yes, forced) to play sport when little. If they hate it, they wont do it for long.

I think the jock mentality comes from parents.. so I do think I'd be able to keep my kids from boasting left and right about how great they are.

I had a brief stint on the high school swim team, it was fun.. and I wish I had done it all four years. Fucking work prevented that. Freshman year I didn't even know about the swim team. Sophomore year I joined (thanks to FlyingTim, who was on the swim team). I did it for a while, then near the end of the season I got frustrated since I wasnt very good. I also didn't like the swimmers for the most part. Junior year I joined again. My abilities improved a lot, and by mid summer before my Senior year I was in the best shape ever.

None of this helped my self confidence. And I was too much of a geek too. I was sick of swimming 3 hours a day, six days a week then working as a stock boy at a grocery store. I liked computers too much. So I went to work as a white collar employee at a biotech firm.

That sucked too in that I spent all my time working there because I loved it there. It still wasn't what I wanted. I think I now have what I want.. working for no one, not on a set schedule..

I still am working on my favorite methods. I don't like being physically out of shape. I don't like working long hours. I need a happy medium here.

Wilson is one of the most anti-jock people I know. I agree with him mostly. That won't stop me from going to the gym with Caniprokis. Working out regularly gives me energy that I like. I don't feel tired all the time.

Unfortunatly the doctor has kept me out of the gym this semester (fucking physical therapy was useless.. I'm done now). So I'll start going again in February. And all summer Canprokis and I will go. I will make him and he will make me.

I still wont run. Running is stupid. If you like to run, you'll probably die sooner than me. Have fun running.

Seriously, I think that hate is a funny thing. There are those people out there, and you really, really wish they'd walk into an open manhole or something. While you might wish this would happen, and would laugh about it, it's not something you dwell on. Dwelling on your hatred for a person or thing isn't particularly healthy, but having ill feelings for someone is natural. There are a lot of assholes out there, and sometimes it takes more of an effort to like the person than it does to hate them. Say this person comes to work every day, and makes a dumb crack about the weather. If it's cold, then it's the 'Cold enough for ya? Ha-yuck...', or if it's hot...you get the idea. So, after working with this moron for a while, you eventually begin to harbor an intense hatred for this retard, and you start to wonder if he can spell his own name, or if it's written on the band of his underwear. If this person was changing his tire on the highway, and was hit by, say, something as ironic as a mattress truck, it would make you laugh. Not necessarily happy, but it would satisfy you. Happiness and being satisfied are two different things, I don't think death makes many people happy, but there's nothing like the satisfaction of knowing that there's one less moron in the world. I think I lost my intial purpose, but I don't care because I hate you all.