other people you meet

[ashcanprobably]

I met a girl recently. She is beautiful in that in-your-face way and also somewhat empty, which is opportune for me, since I am both ugly and fulfilling. We have plenty sex and a few things else. She uses me, really. I gaze into her eyes. I say funny things from time to time. She says, you think you're so smart. I say, I try not to think about it.

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[pdanielson]

Then you haven't been looking all that closely.

[mortimer_ford]

I recognize this company as the kind of people I would probably wish a painful death. You portray them in a light that while does not excuse them from their cretinous demeanor at least reprieves them from dullness.

I do not have the patience or the talent for doing this. My attempt would be instead to dehumanize them.

What is best in life, Conan?
Comparing the skulls of men to that of a particular dog.

I love that line. You just turned a roomful of douchbags bragging about their knowledge of PitBulls into a quaint centerpiece. And that is beautiful for so many reasons.

[ashcanprobably]

You are a sour old bat. I would never wish a painful death on anyone, unless it was 100% guaranteed to come true. I never stated they were dull, I just remarked that they were unrefined. I remember mentioning that one of them was husky in size. It's hard to get a feeling across of what the company felt like so I thought I'd dole out some vague descriptions better yet than basic ones. I only needed to remind the reader that they exist. I'm glad you found them bearable in the way I painted them originally, but I can add some more about them that could make you see them in a different light. Peep the following

[mortimer_ford]

Unrefined, huh? Then I suppose I would wish a painful death upon myself. Which is nothing new of course. And I had no idea superman was even dead.

Is there any particular reason you reference "Pale Fire" in your comment? I've never read it but I would assume that you already knew that. The gist of what google tells me is that its process deals in part with misinterpretation, which I'd gamble is a peeve of yours.

I often get the feeling that you are passing little jokes and commentary between the lines of your comments. I accuse you of having fun on the internet.

[one_earth_heart]

I remember fighting fish. In pre-adolescent youth, I had a Laotian friend across the street who inherited an enthusiasm for fighting fish from his uncles. A group of Vietnamese hoods that I mixed with in junior high showed similar enthusiasm. It's strange to recall. I remember only hearing extensive discourse about the matter, but never witnessing the event itself. If it ever went on, nobody told me when and where, but then, I wasn't really asking. These kids had an ornate network of distant blood ties, and behaved with a unitary consciousness resembling that of men you describe here. What allowence they granted my participation merely regluated me to the fringe. This was my unspoken place no matter who I mixed with. I eventually submitted to turning my gaze away from the fringe, rather than continue looking in as an outsider. Only then did I grow a manageable degree of comfort with myself. Later, it came into my awareness that this is the position of a Heyoka's house, who lives on the fringe of the community, with the door to his

[intransition]

An immaculate description. Here, here!

[uberdionysus]

"Beautiful women are brash equalizers."

Yes, they are.

And I hate situations like that. I immediately turn it into a game; a game where I try to figure out the rules and try to gain some degree of comfort and familiarity. I doubt it would work, but I know I would try. I knew those guys, or I guess I knew their type. I don't anymore, not really.