As the Weird Guy Gropes…
I have about 5,000 things I want to write about at this time but some I don’t think are fit for human consumption. I mean I just don’t know who’s reading anymore and I don’t want to piss anybody off or divulge their criminal acts. heh
But this weekend I went to my high school reunion. I went to two in fact. You see I was born and raised in a city south of Buffalo, then when I was 16 my parents moved to a town basically between Rochester and Syracuse. That fucked me up for life, but I’ll save that for another time. I usually attend both and this year they were on the same weekend. So I went to one place Friday and one place Saturday. I think I had 5 hours sleep the entire weekend.
One of the more tame pictures of me partying this weekend (with my friend Denice)
Let’s face it high school pretty much sets up the model for the rest of your life. In life as in high school there is a certain hierarchy to things, as well as cliques, groups, and types of personalities. And don’t forget the politics. I believe adult life involves far more politics in the workplace, your kids schools and athletic teams than any other rinky dink problem in high school. A douchebag boss who favors the co-worker with the big jugs and always gets the better client list is far more detrimental than the teacher who looked the other way while athletes cut class. (or smoked pot, or sexually harassed girls, or whatever… ok maybe the sexual harassment thing is a little more detrimental)
Wait, I’m kind of veering off the road of what I wanted to talk about. Me go off on a tangent? Never. It’s like I was driving down I-95 and I suddenly end up at “Al’s Alligator Farm” on a dirt road with “Private land, no hunting” signs where they dump the bodies…
So anyway, the one thing you always have throughout life are different personalities. There are just undeniable long standing stereotypes. I love everybody and I am nice to everybody but I get frustrated at a point with one type…
The Weird Guy.
The quintessential weird guy – Gary Busey.
I encountered a couple this weekend. I always try and be nice to this person because I’m compassionate and I feel bad. Everyone has good in them. You never know, they may have a mental disability or a really fucked up home life or maybe they are a crack baby, I don’t know. There are those select few who do outgrow weird guy status, but there are those that can’t seem to shake it to save their lives.
I’m not saying I’m perfect by any means but there are just some people (mainly guys) that are just incredibly socially awkward and end up being creepy. Then they usually give me the “Oh I don’t know why women are so crazy and can’t date a nice guy like me”…
Dude… it’s not the wominz, it’s you. You’re FUCKING CREEPY!
I want to help. I really do. I try. I try to say things nicely. “Maybe update your clothing, throw out your dead Grandpa’s clothes and hit Old Navy or The Gap, for Christ’s sake Target would be better than what you have on!” Ok, I didn’t really say the last part. I’ve said, “Don’t be so direct and “leering”” “Don’t make stupid outdated hokey jokes.” “Learn to read body language, if she doesn’t seem interested, GO AWAY! Save your dignity man.” “A hug does not mean she wants to marry you… or sleep with you… or perhaps ever even talk to you again.” “For the love of God, no unwanted touching… don’t grope!” (I was subjected to a groper this weekend)
I don’t know, reading the above makes me consider the guys may be autistic. I don’t mean that in a mean or funny way, it is actually a part of being autistic, not being able to interact socially in some cases.
I sometimes think the only way to get through to someone is tough love. Like if you’ve ever seen “Millionaire Matchmaker” with Patti Stanger, she yells at them and is really blunt. Which I sometimes find offensive but I do think it’s the only way to get through to some people. Because if you’re nice… they think you are interested and want to date them. See, they can’t filter properly. So she yells, “Stop being so fucking creepy”. Expletives bleeped out of course.
There are times that the best thing that happened to me was someone getting in my face and telling me to stop being so whiny, or bitchy, or filled with self-doubt, or fat or whatever… (there’s a list, believe me)
Maybe that’s the only way to get through to some people. I always listen to criticism and try to change, even when it’s painful. Holy crap, especially after putting my stuff out there with a book, I’ve been told everything from “You are hilarious and will be a best seller!” to “I just wiped my ass with your book.” I was even told to change my picture. But I take it all in, process, change some stuff, take inventory, and move on. I wonder if some people just don’t have that capability. Then there are the people that hear and don’t change a thing because they are convinced they know better. Ummmm, how’s that been working for you so far? Still not dating any women or getting a new job, well then by all means keep on doin’ what you’re doin’. Keep on keepin’ on! Stay creepy! Try to remember… change is good.
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