Comments on: me and you, us and them http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/2009/03/13/me-and-you-us-and-them/ the wonderful & wicked word Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:21:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: nezua http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/2009/03/13/me-and-you-us-and-them/comment-page-1/#comment-9 nezua Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:51:34 +0000 http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/?p=60#comment-9 thanks, gente. thanks, gente.

]]> By: Kai http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/2009/03/13/me-and-you-us-and-them/comment-page-1/#comment-8 Kai Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:34:13 +0000 http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/?p=60#comment-8 Bro, I know well what it's like walking into bars alone and trying to have a decent social time. It's hard, you wanna discover good things about people and share a few good moments, but so often it takes a turn for the worse and things get...tense. For people like you -- and me -- who don't just "go along to get along" (oh my god typing that phrase almost killed me) and for whom words have weight and acts have meaning and truth matters and not everything is a big fucking joke and in fact some things are decidedly not funny so please speak carefully around me if necessary. Yeah, that whole attitude and bearing weirds some people out because there's no safe fallback script so you never quite know what's next. Sounds like you handled the situation perfectly. Tried to be cool, tried to get along. But the prick wouldn't let it be, once you registered your initial subtle resistance to his oppressor's humor trip, he had to keep pushings things further, until it went waayyyy too far and you just left without wasting another ounce of energy with that chump in that space. Nicely done. I wouldn't go back to the bar either. The mere presence of such an insultingly stupid game is enough of a reason for me. Keep exploring, bro, the biking sounds great and there's no such thing as too strong and there's a whole weird world out there to check out! ;-) Peace. Bro, I know well what it’s like walking into bars alone and trying to have a decent social time. It’s hard, you wanna discover good things about people and share a few good moments, but so often it takes a turn for the worse and things get…tense. For people like you — and me — who don’t just “go along to get along” (oh my god typing that phrase almost killed me) and for whom words have weight and acts have meaning and truth matters and not everything is a big fucking joke and in fact some things are decidedly not funny so please speak carefully around me if necessary. Yeah, that whole attitude and bearing weirds some people out because there’s no safe fallback script so you never quite know what’s next.

Sounds like you handled the situation perfectly. Tried to be cool, tried to get along. But the prick wouldn’t let it be, once you registered your initial subtle resistance to his oppressor’s humor trip, he had to keep pushings things further, until it went waayyyy too far and you just left without wasting another ounce of energy with that chump in that space. Nicely done.

I wouldn’t go back to the bar either. The mere presence of such an insultingly stupid game is enough of a reason for me. Keep exploring, bro, the biking sounds great and there’s no such thing as too strong and there’s a whole weird world out there to check out! ;-)

Peace.

]]> By: Christina http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/2009/03/13/me-and-you-us-and-them/comment-page-1/#comment-7 Christina Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:19:03 +0000 http://www.xolagrafik.com/lucha/?p=60#comment-7 You describe this kind of situation so well, down to the compulsion to smack up against the ugliness so as not to lose yourself in it. "Your ignorance is distracting me" is just like something I would say, and this explains why anyone would <i>do</i> that and what good would it do anyway? (My mother has worried about this a lot.) That visceral shock and aversion, it's an awful feeling, but at least it's shared among decent people who are willing to have each other's backs. "the earth, i bit her, she bit me back, we both tasted blood for a second." and that's just gorgeous. You describe this kind of situation so well, down to the compulsion to smack up against the ugliness so as not to lose yourself in it. “Your ignorance is distracting me” is just like something I would say, and this explains why anyone would do that and what good would it do anyway? (My mother has worried about this a lot.)

That visceral shock and aversion, it’s an awful feeling, but at least it’s shared among decent people who are willing to have each other’s backs.

“the earth, i bit her, she bit me back, we both tasted blood for a second.”

and that’s just gorgeous.

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