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the 19-y.o. sounds shiny and fun right now, but what about when shit gets difficult and downright gritty?

true. she may look/act mature for her age, and you may have the time of your life with her, but she is essentially 19. I'm 20, i've been told i'm mature for my age.. that may be true but i still feel that deep inside i'm finicky and i can get freaked out and run away. a person who was gone through more things in life and who is more experienced might stick it out.

It all depends on what YOU want.. do you want a gf that you can have a great time with, connect with, but potentially not last through life's truly tough moments? or do you want someone to settle down for a looooong time and endure the harsh ups and downs of life with?

ps: you never know, the 19yo could be the latter.

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confession: I always see Corbin Law's posts and keep thinking he writes in haiku or some sort of poetic verse, so I try to read his posts that way.

im honored

that one is hitting

the signature

i dont know why i always hit enter after every word that i deem signifigant

confession: i wish i was best friends with cory kennedy.

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FUCK THIS SHIT.

So, as some superchatters may know, i recently got the number of someone a good 10 years older then me. Stroke of genius i dont know how i pulled off. Long story short, shes a college prof directing a play, this weekend her play was showing, so she told me to call her either sunday or today. She seemed really excited that i asked for her number.

Sunday. Call. No awnser.

Today. Call. She calls back. We agree to go get coffee as had been the plan.

Im thinking everything is golden and by tommorow night ill be pullin milf ass.

We get our coffe and sit down. The first fucking thing she says..."i just want you to know that im in a serious relationship right now and i really cant be involved with other guys".

WTF BITCH!

So i go "errrr, uuhhhh...ummm...errr...uhhh...ok. So why did you give me your number and agree to this?"..."I don't know really, you caught me really off guard and i just thought it would be fun".

At this point i try to act as civil as possible, the rage boiling up inside me. I suck down my hot chocolate as fast as possible, we talk for like 3 minutes, and then i tell her ive gotta get back to work.

Man...fuck you, you stupid bitch! I had illusions of grandeur.

Oh well. You live and learn.

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Every once in awhile there is a novelty to going through the whole "get her a fake ID" and "teach her stuff I wish I knew when I was 19" but that passes. I get kind of annoyed with people who are more than 2 years younger than I am.

I dunno, I just think a majority of people are *not* meant to get married, unless you really want to get married and then get a divorce later on. If it's a fiery burning in your heart (and especially in your crotch), it's probably going to turn out bad, as most super-erotic relationships often burn out, even if one gets married during the relationship.

Just speaking from honesty and psychology education...

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i think for now... its the 19 yr old.

i have bad experiences with realtionships that get physical too quick, or where emotions run high. i also think that the distance between me and my friend magnifies the feelings that we may be feeling. thinking about this is making me question it.

im not looking to get married now either. im not looking for anything too serious. i want good conversation, and someone to hang out with and have a good time. when im with the 26 yr old it seems like we cant keep our hands off eachother, but if it wasnt for that im not sure where it would go.

i care alot about her tho. we have known each other since we were kids. i dont want to fuck that up, but i also dont want to keep this going when i know that nothing will come of it in the end.

women..........:confused:

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Some heavy stuff in here.

After cutting down on the booze for a few months, I went out with some friends I hadn't seen in awhile Friday night. I got catatonic drunk. I was so hungover, today is the first day I feel completely right.

On the plus side, I have funny series of pictures with me getting progressively more smiley, and my gf getting frownier. By the end of the night, we look like this.

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c'mon shoreman: upload some pics!!!

hahahahaha!

yeah, i was drizunk last night and logged on to superchat.... regrettably. made some off color comments on this board as well. strangely people thought i was fade to black?!!!

were you eatshitanddie?

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cmf, there is a wonderful way to deal with your problem. Zip up your pants and quit playing with girls until you know what you want. That way no one gets hurt half as bad. the road you're heading on will hurt you and all the girls you get involved with.

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superconfession: i sometimes think i am receiving signs from the universe that i am charmed.

story: yesterday, i waltzed into a big magazine shop in midtown that is known for stocking all sorts of rare fashion, design, and art magazines from around the world.

i found a copy of Wow!, which is a new nightlife magazine being published by the people behind Purple Fashion. for various reasons, it costs 110 euros, 150 american dollars. and, me being who and what i am, said fuck it, and stole it.

as i was leaving, two old ladies were leaving the place, and one of them pulled on the 14 foot glass door to exit. when she did, the massive door came off of the top hinge, and began to slowly tilt towards the old ladies. totally cliche, but it really was like some sort of slow-motion scene in a film, at least that is how i was perceiving things.

me being who and what i am, i dropped my bag and ran over and caught the door right

as it began to fall at full speed, and kept the old ladies from being crushed.

they were crying from shock, and i stood there all superman-like while they thanked me, the owner of the store was thanking me profusely, and i just smiled, knowing full well that i'd just robbed them. and i felt validated in robbing them. i felt that what i had just done was worth what i had stolen, and that it happened on purpose: the universe instantly gave me a chance to balance things out, and that's awesome.

usually, whenever i steal something, i give a percentage of the money i would've spent on the object to a homeless person. i did that this time, too, but i didn't feel the need to. i saved two old ladies.

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story: yesterday, i waltzed into a big magazine shop in midtown that is known for stocking all sorts of rare fashion, design, and art magazines from around the world.

i found a copy of Wow!, which is a new nightlife magazine being published by the people behind Purple Fashion. for various reasons, it costs 110 euros, 150 american dollars. and, me being who and what i am, said fuck it, and stole it.

as i was leaving, two old ladies were leaving the place, and one of them pulled on the 14 foot glass door to exit. when she did, the massive door came off of the top hinge, and began to slowly tilt towards the old ladies. totally cliche, but it really was like some sort of slow-motion scene in a film, at least that is how i was perceiving things.

me being who and what i am, i dropped my bag and ran over and caught the door right

as it began to fall at full speed, and kept the old ladies from being crushed.

they were crying from shock, and i stood there all superman-like while they thanked me, the owner of the store was thanking me profusely, and i just smiled, knowing full well that i'd just robbed them. and i felt validated in robbing them. i felt that what i had just done was worth what i had stolen, and that it happened on purpose: the universe instantly gave me a chance to balance things out, and that's awesome.

usually, whenever i steal something, i give a percentage of the money i would've spent on the object to a homeless person. i did that this time, too, but i didn't feel the need to. i saved two old ladies.

Ha hah. That's a pretty damn good story.

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maybe that door wouldn't have made the old ladies cry if you weren't shoplifting?

anyway, i've noticed my pillow is turning blue. i think it must be from indigo on my hands, my hands running through my hair, my hair touching the pillow. it's weird.

not a confession. a random thought. is there a random thoughts thread?

i am addicted to the internet.

ban me.

help.

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not a confession.

but i met a sculptor of japanese ancestry but who considered himself hispanic after being born and raised in peru. i didnt know at first, so i found it peculiar when he spoke with a strong spanish accent, and even more strange that his name was jorge (pronounced horhay). it was after his sculpting demonstration that i asked of these peculiarities and he told me his story.

i know it shouldnt seem so strange, considering im from america. but still. i found it akward.

and he called his teacher "the japanese guy."

i also learned that there are many japanese in south america.

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I've never robbed anyone before YET I have a strong desire to put many PS3 campers at the end of my SKS and give them $800 cash each for their PS3's .. ALL of the ones I know will be reselling them and that's all they look forward to in life ... $200-$300 for 2 nights camping and a refund ...

if you pay them is it still armed robbery ? errrr

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not a confession.

but i met a sculptor of japanese ancestry but who considered himself hispanic after being born and raised in peru. i didnt know at first, so i found it peculiar when he spoke with a strong spanish accent, and even more strange that his name was jorge (pronounced horhay). it was after his sculpting demonstration that i asked of these peculiarities and he told me his story.

i know it shouldnt seem so strange, considering im from america. but still. i found it akward.

and he called his teacher "the japanese guy."

i also learned that there are many japanese in south america.

there are lots of chinese in cuba and the dominican republic, too.

there are lots of fucking great sino-cuban restaurants in nyc.

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i also learned that there are many japanese in south america.

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Alberto Fujimori, President of Peru

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Lisa Ono, Brazilian-Japanese bossa singer

;)

There are a lot of Asian people in South America though. Lots of Koreans, Japanese, Chinese...

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My little bro worked at Suzuki in Japan for a year, well almost, and he said there were loads of cool South American dudes there. When summer came it was so hot he wore a tank T to work and was walking around looking for his lost robot, he has full sleeve tatts, the japanese bosses freaked out excused him form his contract early....he was glad.

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