i like people with manners. i like to piss people off, i spit, i say some pretty crass things now and then, and i swear casually like most people from the northeastern states, but i like the concept of manners. real manners. not the stupid, keep your pinky in the air while you're sipping your tea things, but the kind of real manners that actually say something about who you are.
i hate people who flake out and just blow you off. i can't stand it. it's such a shitty thing to do. apparently it's acceptable on the west coast to just be like "sorry man, i just totally flaked." i still think that's so shitty.
i used to work with this one guy named rich, and he was a totally obsessive cokehead. no matter how many times i told him "no," about something he would just keep on bugging me until i gave him a half assed "maybe," and then i would have to flake out on him. the guy was relentless, but i still felt bad about blowing him off a few times.
one week i happened to mention something about some girl i met at a hank williams 3 show. he just kept bugging me and bugging me to call her up and ask her and her friend to come over to his place while his girlfriend was away. i hadn't even talked to this girl yet and i had to do the stupid "wait 3-5 days before you call" thing, and rich is just bugging me over and over again to call her up tonight and tell her and her friend to come over his house. so of course, i just blew him off because he wouldn't listen to me. i didn't want to do it, but there was nothing else i could do.
that was last summer and that's the only time in recent history that i can remember flaking out on anyone. like i said, i don't like to be a flake. it's bad manners.
ususally i just like to be straight up and tell someone how i feel. i had some friends in philly who all stopped liking me about 2 summers ago. i never found out why, but they just stopped talking to me at the same time. about 3 or 4 of them. it was a pretty shitty time in my life. not just because of them, i'm glad we're not friends anymore if they're gonna be like that. but that just made things worse. especially since i didn't know what was going on, and it was just dragged out for a long time.
if you don't like someone, you should at least have the guts to tell them so. it's good manners.
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i don't know if i like this entry that much. i needed to do an update though. jeez, i always have good ideas for things i should put in my journal, but then i forget about them when i'm actually posting something.
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in other news, i found out one of the kids at the punk show that i was fighting with had my hoodie. i went up to him this past weekend and got it back from him. he tried to give me a guilt trip about how his house burned down and he didn't have anything to wear. then he just started getting angry at me, and i just told him what's mine is mine, so drop it. and he left me alone then went and whined about it to his friends.
if he was in that much trouble, i don't think he would have been getting drunk at the bar that night. he could have spent his beer money on his own damn hoodie.
i just wrote something really long and you can read it at Openly Classist scroll down on the home page to the "contributions" section, and it's called the suicide of the striving individual.
i'm reprinting this in my zine which i'm almost ready to print
i hate people who flake out and just blow you off. i can't stand it. it's such a shitty thing to do. apparently it's acceptable on the west coast to just be like "sorry man, i just totally flaked." i still think that's so shitty.
i used to work with this one guy named rich, and he was a totally obsessive cokehead. no matter how many times i told him "no," about something he would just keep on bugging me until i gave him a half assed "maybe," and then i would have to flake out on him. the guy was relentless, but i still felt bad about blowing him off a few times.
one week i happened to mention something about some girl i met at a hank williams 3 show. he just kept bugging me and bugging me to call her up and ask her and her friend to come over to his place while his girlfriend was away. i hadn't even talked to this girl yet and i had to do the stupid "wait 3-5 days before you call" thing, and rich is just bugging me over and over again to call her up tonight and tell her and her friend to come over his house. so of course, i just blew him off because he wouldn't listen to me. i didn't want to do it, but there was nothing else i could do.
that was last summer and that's the only time in recent history that i can remember flaking out on anyone. like i said, i don't like to be a flake. it's bad manners.
ususally i just like to be straight up and tell someone how i feel. i had some friends in philly who all stopped liking me about 2 summers ago. i never found out why, but they just stopped talking to me at the same time. about 3 or 4 of them. it was a pretty shitty time in my life. not just because of them, i'm glad we're not friends anymore if they're gonna be like that. but that just made things worse. especially since i didn't know what was going on, and it was just dragged out for a long time.
if you don't like someone, you should at least have the guts to tell them so. it's good manners.
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i don't know if i like this entry that much. i needed to do an update though. jeez, i always have good ideas for things i should put in my journal, but then i forget about them when i'm actually posting something.
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in other news, i found out one of the kids at the punk show that i was fighting with had my hoodie. i went up to him this past weekend and got it back from him. he tried to give me a guilt trip about how his house burned down and he didn't have anything to wear. then he just started getting angry at me, and i just told him what's mine is mine, so drop it. and he left me alone then went and whined about it to his friends.
if he was in that much trouble, i don't think he would have been getting drunk at the bar that night. he could have spent his beer money on his own damn hoodie.
i just wrote something really long and you can read it at Openly Classist scroll down on the home page to the "contributions" section, and it's called the suicide of the striving individual.
i'm reprinting this in my zine which i'm almost ready to print
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don't take offense to this.
but, how do you know my name? did i sign an email with it?
anyway,
people in eugene don't really know me by name. see there is this petty little internal war going on between the green anarchists, and everyone else. so we all know each other, but not by name. Chaz sounds familiar, but his face isn't popping into my head. Mostly everyone I know, I know by face...
...people are paranoid here.