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Right... I saw a few people pouring their heart, anger and soul into these blogs and although I'm no wizard in the articulation department, I felt this surge of expression coming out, but I have nowhere else to vomit, so I'll do it here!
If you're unsure of what this blog is about, it's just generally food for thought [of my day] so 1. ease back and get out your utensils, 2. don't fill up on bread and 3. tip your waiter with your own thoughts or sentiments.
Thanks
Winter Parmesan and Myself, Tortellini
Once a Hot-Dog, Always with the Wiener Jokes
I haven't written one of these in a day or so. I wrote a mock story yesterday about this guy who had nice girls dress him, some people liked my writing, so it really got me back into the groove of writing my days out. Additionally, it's a bit therapeutic.
One problem I've come to encounter is that now everything I see is narrated in suave tone a la Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones, this sort of rich pronunciation and description of everything I see, do or think about it (haha, the thought of narration being narrated).
I awoke today knowing that our club, the Concordia Starcraft Community that we founded here in our University [now supported and somewhat funded by our student union] has our club a featured article for this newspaper our university distributes: The Link. We were all anxious to read what they wrote and to be honest, it's nicely written, but there are a few mistakes that originally angered me.
![[image loading]](http://thelinknewspaper.ca/images/cache/64a47f5335bfd042cba13b379d28e36d7e01ecde.jpg)
Our VP of Competitions & Events posed for the shot
The article reads as followed:
+ Show Spoiler +During particularly intense moments, choruses of “Oooh” and “Oh shit!” ring out.
To anybody peering in, it looks like the world’s geekiest professional hockey team reviewing tape of an opposing team. Onscreen, though, body checks and wrist shots have been replaced by explosions and gunfire. This ain’t no normal sports team. This is the Concordia StarCraft Community, a club dedicated entirely to the “e-sport” that has popped up around the legendary computer game.
For those not in the know, StarCraft and its recently released sequel are strategy games, which the members of CSC gleefully describe as “chess on crack.” You and your opponent construct bases, scout territory, build armies and eventually try to annihilate each other. It’s a game of patience—and practice. Lots of practice.
“When I don’t have an overwhelming amount of homework, I can play about four hours a day,” said Daniel Dahlberg, one of CSC’s vice-presidents. “Every single night, there’s at least 10 to 15 members [practicing online].”
Other members are equally committed. One recalled nights back in the caveman era of dial-up when he’d cover his modem with a blanket in the night to keep his parents from hearing the trademark cackling that would betray his all-night gaming sessions.
Though not yet a part of the growing collegiate StarCraft competitions due to a missed deadline, the CSC is gearing up to take on an adversary much more vile than the alien avatars they use in their clashes, as they prepare to battle McGill in a tournament during the first week of March.
But the point of the club transcends even that most intense of rivalries.
“It’s for Concordia, we are representing Concordia,” said CSC member Michael Cohen. “We want to give it a good name, but at the same time, we also want to [represent] StarCraft.”
StarCraft Gods
Here in Canada we pride ourselves on sports such as hockey or lacrosse. However, some countries put the same sort of national pride towards games such as StarCraft—South Korea, for instance.
“If you don’t know, here [in Canada] we have football or soccer. In South Korea, they have StarCraft,” said Dahlberg.
South Korea is a place spoken of in tones that are reminiscent of Muslims on their way to Mecca, Jews to Jerusalem, or Christians to Bethlehem. It is Nirvana, Valhalla and the Garden of Eden wrapped in one, a place where their skills attract supermodel girlfriends and six figure paychecks. It is a place where a club that Dahlberg grinningly describes as a “sausage fest” might attract genuine groupies. Some of the CSC gamers are so enamored that they’re planning on doing exchanges just to be able to watch some of the tournaments that get televised nationally in the country.
“These players are considered Gods,” said an enthusiastic Dahlberg. “If you walk on the street and see a hockey player, that’s the equivalent of being a StarCraft II player in South Korea.”
E-Sport or Art Form?
The glittery allure of fame has caused many to pick up a hockey stick or basketball. But it has also caused an equal amount to pick up a paintbrush or video camera or other means of artistic expression.
StarCraft is an e-sport, but is it an art form? There are few mediums where the creation and enjoyment of the work are so tied together. How a game is played is entirely dependent on the player.
So is it really such a stretch to call the boys of the CSC artists?
“It depends on whether you consider [something like] Wayne Gretzky doing what he did, his vision on the ice, some people consider that artful,” said Eric Leijon, a video game critic at the Mirror. “It could be possible for somebody to be so great at what they do that you stare in awe, but I don’t know if I would consider it an art form. It’s more of a skill.”
Interactive Art
Ok, so they’re e-athletes, not artists. But it’s not unfair to say that a CSC practice session, where they watch championship matches and take notes on strategy, is a lot like being at an art gallery. They are immersed in an experience that combines aesthetics with strategy. Playing StarCraft is a lot like watching a movie that bred with a choose-your-own-adventure book.
“One thing that video games can do that other art forms can’t, is that the level of interactivity allows the player to go into a world they don’t live in, one that’s created by those who created the game,” said Leijon. “It can do things that movies try to do, but can’t.”
StarCraft brings people together in an entirely different way than the movie-watching experience. When you watch a movie, you’re encouraged to sit still and shut up, lest you ruin it for others (Rocky Horror is an obvious exception). Playing StarCraft, contrary to the stereotype of the nerd alone at his computer, is actually an incredibly social activity.
“Playing StarCraft is a lot like watching a movie that bred with a choose-your-own-adventure book.”
“Most of the people who play online get on Skype so they can talk at the same time,” said Dahlberg. “I went out for a few beers with a couple of guys, too. It’s good for me because it was my first semester last semester, so I had people to socialize with.”
Leijon observed that global communities have popped up around games like StarCraft and Counter-Strike, which has taken that bonding feeling you got by playing your SNES or Sega with your best friends in your basement 15 years ago to an international level.
“[A game like StarCraft lets you] interact with eachother, trade stories and teach eachother how to play. There’s a sense of camaraderie.”
Noted social commentator/hipster svengali Chuck Klosterman once wrote that video games are unlike other art, in that no proper method of critiquing them has ever evolved. We know what the games look like, we know what the gameplay feels like, but we don’t know what the games mean.
Groups like the CSC might finally be giving us the answer. Games are about beautiful, intricate worlds and brain addling puzzles of strategy. But they’re also about something more—the same thing you see in rinks and fields around the country; the same feeling that comes over you when you feel a reaction from a player or artist of skill.
Behind the bitter competitiveness, when you’re sitting in that dark room watching marines and the zerg alien race riddle each other with bullets, it’s mostly about good times with your buddies.
This article originally appeared in The Link volume 31, Issue 21, published February 1, 2011.
Overall, the article has a nice flare. A sort of curved
tone of art, intricacy and profoundness. While he did give our club the proper advertisement we wanted, while also portraying us in a good light, he failed to give their readers the basic information about our club, like: - How do I get in contact with the CSC?
- What time and days are their meetings?
- Who is the president of the CSC?
What's bolded is his other mistake and what truly bothered me and left me steaming with frustration and anger no matter how cold of a shower I took. The other problem I felt egotistically bothered with was the fact that he wrote me as a "member of the CSC" when I am much more than that. I am the president, the delegate, director, driver, what-have-you of this community. I didn't care that the author quoted my VP of Competition & Events more than me, I trust him and he said all the right things (was there any doubt). It's this recurrence of unintentional mistakes, perhaps subconscious, that keeps following me throughout my educational years. Especially in high-school, I would never get the respect, attention or views that I wanted, tried so hard to garner. At the beginning, when I was first learning French, I relied on cheap and tongue-in-cheek humor to get the acceptance of others. Overall silliness, cheeky humor and audacity that kept teachers on edge like I was pet. It worked through the 6th grade twice (I had to repeat it twice because I had to learn french). Worked all through my public high-school. Then in the prestigious Seminary Ste-Trinite? Worked no problem. I got a lot of attention and everyone knew me as that silly guy who spoke poor french and always has the last funny comment to say. Y'know, the clown of the class. That was me and I shamefully admit I kept it up for a large part of my high-school years as I changed schools again. However, the repercussions were that no one ever wanted to work with me during projects because they assumed I'd slack off or wouldn't work. No girl wanted to get to know me personally because I was just light and silly humor, an amusement during the boring times where the rain dampened their mornings and the good-looking boys were not giving them the attention they wanted (and I desperately catered to).
At College Antoine-Girouard (another high-school, I failed my 9th grade). I started getting a bit serious, input a lot of questions, inquiries from teachers and friends (apparently when their class is much quieter and focused, they assume you have a problem because you're not acting as disruptive as they have prepared). Anyways, the point being that no one still took me serious. Was it my face? My voice? My inability to properly pronounce words, making me sound like a large gerbil? Was it because I was an American? A two-time failing student who couldn't get the basic french sentence-structure down properly? I never figured it out and for the longest time, I thought it was how I looked with my fuzzed hair, docile demeanor and disarming smile. In all my projects, teachers gave me obligatory 60s, assuming I piggy-backed my partners' determination and efforts (when it was often the other way around). In university, a teacher assumed a theory I sculpted was from the author and I didn't cite it, almost got written for plagiarism before I sorted the matter. Point being, I was never taken seriously, I know the lack of examples is not exactly convincing, but I assure you, my anger was genuine that morning. There could be a number of reasons as to why I wasn't properly credited during my numerous years here, it's not due to one thing or another although I have my suspicions, it's just the outcome has always been detrimental to my self-esteem and tolerance. It's why I wear a tie everyday to university, a ruse, a cheap mask to show a confidence I have in my ability to articulate, write and fashion an intelligence that far foreshadows those of my peers. It's why I don't smile unless necessary or in my favor. Why I exaggerate my laughs and try to be firm on views I am generally lenient about. All this curving just to gain the respect I deserve and can easily show. They say that your work will speak for your deserved credit and respect, but what if you don't get that chance or when you do, it's often miscontributed to those, despite being contributory, just don't measure in what you rightfully felt you earned? Do you make a big deal? Yeah, sure, go ahead and do that and you tell me how many times you'll end up having to correct someone. You'll find yourself correcting them more than any Indian with a unique or foreign name (I feel bad for anyone with more than 8 letters as the teacher attempts to say the name. Just be honest professor, just fucking ask him how to say his name and apologize, don't fucking verbally stab his name to death like a first-grader trying to read):
Point being, when that journalist subconsciously or perhaps entirely unintentionally miscontributed me as just a member, I felt unbelievably displeased. I tried to rationalize it in so many humanly possible ways. He may have not known, but since I introduced myself twice as Tortellini, Michael Cohen and President of the CSC with all my VPs, I found it very difficult (on top of that, I intentionally put myself on a stool in the front, reading all the news and events we had planned to show that I had a seat of directorial and verbal delegation or knowledge). I'm sure it was a mishap on his part and he meant no harm (it's better to discredit someone, than to miscredit one and end up discrediting another). But the more I thought about it, the more it really angered me that once again, what I earned slipped through the sewers again.
In the end, no matter how you dress up that hot-dog, he'll never get the respect he deserves and will be on the butt-head of a wiener joke
It didn't help that the e-mails that ensued after reading the article, from various other people I was in contact with, lacked the proper deductive logic I expected, especially from my own father who failed to communicate, let's dive in and show you:
+ Show Spoiler +you will get a call from USAA rep to speak to you regarding renter's insurance
please answer their questions
love
dad
The problem with this e-mail is that he tells me this at 10 in the morning assuming I'd be able to read it in time to not only alter my schedule, but to accommodate for something he warns me about rather late [if someone's going to call a certain day, wouldn't you make sure the person they're calling is available? It is a weekday, I might be working or have school (which I do)].
By now, my face has become truly acquainted with my fucking palm.
Then comes the next e-mail:
+ Show Spoiler +Hi Michael,
The June deadline is for the winter. I was under the impression you wanted to go in winter, did you want to go in Fall? If so then unfortunately it will not be possible if your Faculty will likely not evaluate you in time for us to send your file to the partner for the Fall semester.
We will hear from your Faculty once your file is assessed, but you can contact us just to double check at that point.
Best Regards,
She seems incredibly nice and apologetic right? The only problem is that it was clear I wanted to go this Fall. The subject at-hand is about the International Program to Study Abroad. I have been seeing her this past month, nearly once a week, to prepare all my papers for this February 1st deadline, thus, by default, indicating that I wanted to apply for the Fall semester. Given the emotions I was expressing and the urgency of everything I conveyed with emphasis to her, it doesn't make sense that I wanted to apply in June for the Winter semester if I'm working so hard now, about 4 fucking months from June (5?).
The problem I have, as I continued to grunt and mutter angrily in the shower, is that I have this logic or view of the matter that I just assume everyone knows and additionally, if they don't know, are stupid or below me. I've already labeled everyone (or nearly everyone as you will read in a bit) as being dead, droned uneducated idiots with the gullible personality of being easily swayed by any form of an educational authority or those who can showcase this pizazz of intelligence. A fine example that I've been doing since CEGEP (pre-college here in Quebec) is just simply playing Devil's Advocate. You'll throw in your argument about the controversial topic and ask others if they agree or disagree. In most cases, they'll agree or give an anecdotal story about how they are an exception or they know an exception to the argument (as if that's enough to support a counter-claim). When they do agree and tell you you're right. You'll give the opposite argument of the spectrum, something equally correct and just as possible or plausible. Now they'll be swayed to agree with again and tell you that that one seems to make more sense. Now you just wrap it up with counter-arguing that refute with your original claim and you'll find about 20 students will be confused and unsure of which to believe, creating their own views or arguments based on either A. their own personal and clouded judgment on the matter or B. their intuitive refutation based off one of the two arguments and offers nothing of real substance or more contributory than what you already originally said.
The professor in my Psychology and Law abuses this false sense of trust and the student's interest to learn or understand a situation and both sides to teach them better about the subject in large or the theory (and its flaws). It's quite aggravating to see so many people tag-along both sides without really forming their own ideas or derivative. It's always just a plagiarized induced literary cough that they snagged from a book. Think Good Will Hunting:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebmlEGIAD78
A-Fucking-Men, this is exactly how most students end up. They're a bent straw that just suck the shit out of any book they read without actually knowing what they're talking about. Think of it like build-orders and new people. They know the build, they know the outcomes or what it can achieve, but they don't know why they go gas before pool or pool before hatch against Protoss
Holy shit, I just talked about my fucking morning. I didn't even get to everything else. Goddamn. Anyone who reads this, I applaud to you good sir (and ma'am), but shouldn't you be studying or doing something relatively more interesting or at least surpassing your expectations of entertainment?
Just wondering.
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world.
Let's move on, I feel more bitter than Nixon. If I don't sound like a pretentious prick now, you are a better man (woman) than me (not saying much, but there you go).
Got off the bus and got a few text messages about the article. I joshed, without heart, about how the author failed to name me as president. It seemed the replies echoed a similar note of distinction, but just laughed it off and said it was "fail". Indeed it was, but pretending it was funny somehow made me loosen the figurative noose on this whole affair. I toyed with it some more as I entered my Psych. and Law class with some other members of the club and the more I did, the better I felt. How peculiar...
Entered the class, sat my seat. If you're unaware. This is my favourite class: I love Law, I love Psychology, I absolutely adore that girl from the 11 o'clock position. The teacher asked who was American here (he's American as well, he asked because he was referencing Miranda's Law or something) and without paying attention, I raised my hand. Fuck... now I'm that kid who's America in the class. In university, it's typically not that much of an issue to stand-out as a foreigner from another country (so many here in Canada/Montreal), it just brought back the racist views, remarks, teases and views from high-school, up North, where I was interpreted as being everything but my proper ethnic group/nationalities.
Let's resume to the soiree of infatuated affection and creepy admiration. At first I didn't notice her much in the classroom, she didn't stand out and her argument about video-games not being a leading contributor to violent thoughts or actions from children would have been great if she didn't do a faulty comparison of B.C third century civilization and their forms of entertainment. Despite her arguments being faulty, at least she was outspoken, independent, mindful and a good-dresser (seriously, a pencil skirt, Lord, you may strike upon this happy man! How many of you go ape-shirt over girls in pencil skirts? Women in pencil skirts and bakers are my golden tickets. Willy Wonka, make it happen!). Her hair was a sway of dirty blond, neither tucked nor glamorized heavily with organics or sprays. Her eyes were rather dull, nothing remarkable and her cheeks were soft, pudgy perhaps. But there was something about her that truly had me staring for minutes much longer than intended. Each time the teacher passed by, she'd swing her head in my direction where I'd be caught, a culprit of fondness, staring blankly at her before my eyes scattered like the offenders they were (or the pro-micro'd mutas). This happened several times on end before I told myself to just fucking stare until she stares back. That's right ladies and gentleman, I have employed the 4th-grader awkward technique of relentless staring until you either achieve A. Las0rz B. piercing a hole through her head with your determination or C. get a stare back. Internally I was wishing for letter A, but I got C and I think a small smile, perhaps a smirk? A curl of unsureness creeping from the corner of her lips. Was she reacting at me? That dope with the jaw ajar like a child at a 3D laser-show? Or was she simply reacting to the man behind me. Crossfire of sight, I dare say. I yanked my sight elsewhere, though I could feel a small wave of shivers tickle me for a small bit. Rough day and before I could even follow-up and see if she'd talk to me as I passed by; my phone rang.
Nation Voice called. I had forgotten that yesterday I got an e-mail back from them in regards to a possible sponsorship. I'm going to fast-forward this part because it's 5 A.M. and I'll just write the other bits for tomorrow as if it happened on Wednesday (unlikely). In any case, this will be the CSC's first sponsor if they accept us. Our goal is to use Nation Voice as a hub for all Montreal-players and/or perhaps get the surrounding universities around Concordia to meet up and use our form of communication to bridge gaps between universities, players or for other universities to find members/teams and form a team for the CSL! My VP of Competitions was besides me, not sure if he was impressed or proud of what I was saying, but I felt I handled the situation rather well.
The employee on the other end said he'd get back to me and the was it. Nothing special or huge, but overall, a good step to create a precedence for future companies to sponsor us or the E-sports scene here in Montreal!
The rest of day is relatively unremarkable. As the day eased along, so did my anger and I just loosened up. I had a few family issues and unfortunately, these concerns, bothers and issues seeped into the ears of my friends/acquaintances over Skype. Leaving them piqued with curiosity of how my family unfortunately functions.
I'm glad I have this blog to express myself and get some civilized and interested responses, but at the same time, I wish I was able to reveal everything about me and my past/present and life.
One day.
As for a song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHff55AeEAQ
Oh yes, Norah Jones. A voice mothers aspire to. A voice trees rustle on a cool summer wind day. She's not exactly pure Jazz as some may see it. Nor is she to everyone's tastes, but songs like this, are just bliss. A lullaby, a coo of sophistication and yes, relief. I've said that word a lot, but it could not ring any more true here.
I truly adore this song. The soft percussions, the general tone and pace of the song. The lyrics aren't screaming cliche either, thankfully!
Jazz, not for everyone, but for those, enjoy your cake!
 
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On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world.
I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit:
-Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol)
-All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears
-All the white guys with headphones in the ears
-If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting
-Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important
I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking.
Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it.
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On February 02 2011 23:13 [Eternal]Phoenix wrote:Show nested quote +On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world. I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit: -Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol) -All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears -All the white guys with headphones in the ears -If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting -Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking. Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it.
That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music.
Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article.
And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are).
What I took from this post is that you crave attention and get mad instead of trying to fix the problem when you don't get it. Instead of telling your teachers "I don't think I deserve this grade" you pout and moan.
Also, everyone who doesn't think the same way as you is an idiot.
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On February 03 2011 01:52 tofucake wrote:Show nested quote +On February 02 2011 23:13 [Eternal]Phoenix wrote:On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world. I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit: -Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol) -All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears -All the white guys with headphones in the ears -If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting -Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking. Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it. That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music. Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article. And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are). What I took from this post is that you crave attention and get mad instead of trying to fix the problem when you don't get it. Instead of telling your teachers "I don't think I deserve this grade" you pout and moan. Also, everyone who doesn't think the same way as you is an idiot.
You realize that I already point all of this out on my own right?
Let me give you quotes to better assert that I've already mentioned the possibility of my own way of poor thinking. I appreciate the criticism, but I've already mentioned most if not all of them:
+ Show Spoiler +That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music.
Do you believe Starcraft 2 is the equivalent of riding a bus? You're comparing two different instances.
+ Show Spoiler +Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article.
"Point being, when that journalist subconsciously or perhaps entirely unintentionally miscontributed me as just a member, I felt unbelievably displeased. I tried to rationalize it in so many humanly possible ways. He may have not known, but since I introduced myself twice as Tortellini, Michael Cohen and President of the CSC with all my VPs, I found it very difficult (on top of that, I intentionally put myself on a stool in the front, reading all the news and events we had planned to show that I had a seat of directorial and verbal delegation or knowledge). I'm sure it was a mishap on his part and he meant no harm (it's better to discredit someone, than to miscredit one and end up discrediting another). But the more I thought about it, the more it really angered me that once again, what I earned slipped through the sewers again."
"Got off the bus and got a few text messages about the article. I joshed, without heart, about how the author failed to name me as president. It seemed the replies echoed a similar note of distinction, but just laughed it off and said it was "fail". Indeed it was, but pretending it was funny somehow made me loosen the figurative noose on this whole affair. I toyed with it some more as I entered my Psych. and Law class with some other members of the club and the more I did, the better I felt. How peculiar.."
Yes, I got angry and it's not because of a simple mistake, but the accumulative effect of these mistakes. The more I talked about it passed it off as a simple a mistake and joked about it, the better I felt. I even rationalized the idea that he made a mistake purely unintentionally, as did many people in many of my projects or work. It's not because of one time or another, but the collection of it throughout my years and the constant struggle to get what I feel I earned, but never receive and those I blame, never entirely knowing what they have done and never getting the blame they never deserve either (do you blame people for the mistakes they do? No.)
As for insulting people on the bus? In a sense, I was condescending, but I also made sure to notate that I could be acting pretentious, you seem to overlook many things and cherry-picking to ensure that I look like the asshole, despite the fact that I'm already claiming the possibility of such a thing: "Let's move on, I feel more bitter than Nixon. If I don't sound like a pretentious prick now, you are a better man (woman) than me (not saying much, but there you go)."
+ Show Spoiler +And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are).
You got all that from one blurb, a line in bold? I'm impressed and yet... baffled at how you can claim such a thing. I introduced myself twice because the new members were present and then he had walked in a bit late after introductions. I should have clarified and I apologize. As for your thoughts about the reporter, I think you're being a bit cynical for your own good. I doubt that reporter would intentionally do such a thing and then shine our community in a good light and also quote superbly one of our VPs. If you've seen the work my VPs do, you'd know it's the other way around and in the previous entries, I ensure that this is the difference between me and them. They've achieved a lot more than me and to be honest, the positions should be switched. I said this in my previous entries, but I realize not everyone has read them, I'm sorry.
I hope this clarifies some things for you.
Oh, as for your last line, I already said it was a huge problem: "The problem I have, as I continued to grunt and mutter angrily in the shower, is that I have this logic or view of the matter that I just assume everyone knows and additionally, if they don't know, are stupid or below me. I've already labeled everyone (or nearly everyone as you will read in a bit) as being dead, droned uneducated idiots with the gullible personality of being easily swayed by any form of an educational authority or those who can showcase this pizazz of intelligence"
Yes, it is a problem that I tend to think I'm almost nearly always right. It's an arrogant shield to hide behind my insecurities and low self-esteem. Often emphasized by my stubborness of overuse of pretentious sophisticated words in hopes of confusing the people I argue with. I stated it was a problem that I label people without properly getting to know them, which, in turn, makes an equal idiot or at least ignorant for being so quick to judge.
Don't worry, even with my head up my asshole, I can still see.
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On February 02 2011 23:13 [Eternal]Phoenix wrote:Show nested quote +On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world. I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit: -Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol) -All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears -All the white guys with headphones in the ears -If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting -Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking. Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it.
I'm the girls who are looking vacant with headphones O: Except I'm a dude and I'm looking outside.
I look around me, but when everyone has their glued to whatever they're doing, I just escape my sight to the outside. Maybe it's contributing to the problem (if it is a problem to some), or maybe I am no different than the people I criticize (very likely).
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On February 03 2011 04:01 Torte de Lini wrote:Show nested quote +On February 03 2011 01:52 tofucake wrote:On February 02 2011 23:13 [Eternal]Phoenix wrote:On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world. I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit: -Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol) -All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears -All the white guys with headphones in the ears -If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting -Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking. Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it. That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music. Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article. And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are). What I took from this post is that you crave attention and get mad instead of trying to fix the problem when you don't get it. Instead of telling your teachers "I don't think I deserve this grade" you pout and moan. Also, everyone who doesn't think the same way as you is an idiot. You realize that I already point all of this out on my own right? Let me give you quotes to better assert that I've already mentioned the possibility of my own way of poor thinking. I appreciate the criticism, but I've already mentioned most if not all of them: + Show Spoiler +That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music. Do you believe Starcraft 2 is the equivalent of riding a bus? You're comparing two different instances. + Show Spoiler +Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article.
"Point being, when that journalist subconsciously or perhaps entirely unintentionally miscontributed me as just a member, I felt unbelievably displeased. I tried to rationalize it in so many humanly possible ways. He may have not known, but since I introduced myself twice as Tortellini, Michael Cohen and President of the CSC with all my VPs, I found it very difficult (on top of that, I intentionally put myself on a stool in the front, reading all the news and events we had planned to show that I had a seat of directorial and verbal delegation or knowledge). I'm sure it was a mishap on his part and he meant no harm (it's better to discredit someone, than to miscredit one and end up discrediting another). But the more I thought about it, the more it really angered me that once again, what I earned slipped through the sewers again."
"Got off the bus and got a few text messages about the article. I joshed, without heart, about how the author failed to name me as president. It seemed the replies echoed a similar note of distinction, but just laughed it off and said it was "fail". Indeed it was, but pretending it was funny somehow made me loosen the figurative noose on this whole affair. I toyed with it some more as I entered my Psych. and Law class with some other members of the club and the more I did, the better I felt. How peculiar.."
Yes, I got angry and it's not because of a simple mistake, but the accumulative effect of these mistakes. The more I talked about it passed it off as a simple a mistake and joked about it, the better I felt. I even rationalized the idea that he made a mistake purely unintentionally, as did many people in many of my projects or work. It's not because of one time or another, but the collection of it throughout my years and the constant struggle to get what I feel I earned, but never receive and those I blame, never entirely knowing what they have done and never getting the blame they never deserve either (do you blame people for the mistakes they do? No.) As for insulting people on the bus? In a sense, I was condescending, but I also made sure to notate that I could be acting pretentious, you seem to overlook many things and cherry-picking to ensure that I look like the asshole, despite the fact that I'm already claiming the possibility of such a thing: "Let's move on, I feel more bitter than Nixon. If I don't sound like a pretentious prick now, you are a better man (woman) than me (not saying much, but there you go)."+ Show Spoiler +And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are). You got all that from one blurb, a line in bold? I'm impressed and yet... baffled at how you can claim such a thing. I introduced myself twice because the new members were present and then he had walked in a bit late after introductions. I should have clarified and I apologize. As for your thoughts about the reporter, I think you're being a bit cynical for your own good. I doubt that reporter would intentionally do such a thing and then shine our community in a good light and also quote superbly one of our VPs. If you've seen the work my VPs do, you'd know it's the other way around and in the previous entries, I ensure that this is the difference between me and them. They've achieved a lot more than me and to be honest, the positions should be switched. I said this in my previous entries, but I realize not everyone has read them, I'm sorry. I hope this clarifies some things for you. Oh, as for your last line, I already said it was a huge problem: "The problem I have, as I continued to grunt and mutter angrily in the shower, is that I have this logic or view of the matter that I just assume everyone knows and additionally, if they don't know, are stupid or below me. I've already labeled everyone (or nearly everyone as you will read in a bit) as being dead, droned uneducated idiots with the gullible personality of being easily swayed by any form of an educational authority or those who can showcase this pizazz of intelligence"Yes, it is a problem that I tend to think I'm almost nearly always right. It's an arrogant shield to hide behind my insecurities and low self-esteem. Often emphasized by my stubborness of overuse of pretentious sophisticated words in hopes of confusing the people I argue with. I stated it was a problem that I label people without properly getting to know them, which, in turn, makes an equal idiot or at least ignorant for being so quick to judge. Don't worry, even with my head up my asshole, I can still see.
You can like a group without liking individuals. For instance, you can like Team Liquid while hating many members. No problem. The reporter could have been in erotic lustful love with the club and still have been ticked off with your manner. Also, my point about the bus was that you were judging people based off of a tiny part of their day, as someone who looks at a gamer for 20 minutes and assume they spent all their time gaming.
But don't be so hard on yourself. Most people are, in fact, idiots.
Also, you literally did say you put your underlings behind you and yourself on a pedestal (okay, stool). I didn't interpret anything fancy there.
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On February 03 2011 06:36 tofucake wrote:Show nested quote +On February 03 2011 04:01 Torte de Lini wrote:On February 03 2011 01:52 tofucake wrote:On February 02 2011 23:13 [Eternal]Phoenix wrote:On February 02 2011 19:15 Torte de Lini wrote:
Left. Got on the bus and just stared out the window. I really hate this bus. I hate all these students, their eyes glued to their phones and messages and communication. Why don't you guys look fucking outside? There's snow, it's tumbling gently like the leaves in the Fall or the petals of the flowers in Spring. Why don't you take a gander outside and just note everyone going places, crossing streets, holding hands, briefcases, lunches, purses, works of art, works of music, works of technology. Why don't you look outside as we roll our wheels through endless streets of black pavement; a desert of gravel. Maybe I'm just acting pretentious because I don't feel the need, publicly, to be attached to my cellular phone in grand hopes that a message will prod my already-low attention span to spark a conversation about mindless dribble of either A. how bad the weather is B. some shoddy observation of your peers surrounding you or C. something exceptional that happened last night and you somehow was incapable of transmitting all that yesterday with all your attachments and connections to the world and your surrounding friends/acquaintances. Or maybe the anxiety of being detached from the world and relying on yourself to appreciate, view and admire the world around you is just too much for some or they ignorantly simplify our civilized world. I'm glad I'm not the only person who thinks this. Every time I get on the bus I look around and it's the same shit: -Foreigners talking to each other in some other language (esp koreans, don't know why we have so many lol) -All the girls looking vacant with headphones in the ears -All the white guys with headphones in the ears -If someone doesn't have headphones in their ears they're texting -Not a single person is looking around them or outside, like everything else doesn't exist, isn't important I swear I'm the only person who looks at his surroundings. At least I know that 5000 years ago I'd be the only one not dead because an angry rhino was charging us and I'm the only one looking. Keep writing, something about your style has a unique character, I really enjoy it. That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music. Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article. And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are). What I took from this post is that you crave attention and get mad instead of trying to fix the problem when you don't get it. Instead of telling your teachers "I don't think I deserve this grade" you pout and moan. Also, everyone who doesn't think the same way as you is an idiot. You realize that I already point all of this out on my own right? Let me give you quotes to better assert that I've already mentioned the possibility of my own way of poor thinking. I appreciate the criticism, but I've already mentioned most if not all of them: + Show Spoiler +That's pretty damn hypocritical, actually. "StarCraft isn't a game of solidarity, it's of community!" But then you complain about people on the bus paying more attention to their phones than the world around them. For all you know they are artists or eco-activists who are just using some time during bus trip to talk with friends or to chill out and listen to some relaxing music. Do you believe Starcraft 2 is the equivalent of riding a bus? You're comparing two different instances. + Show Spoiler +Just because you see people not appreciating nature at the exact same moment as you are, you chastise and insult them (in your own head, of course), yet you get so worked up about someone making a mistake in an article.
"Point being, when that journalist subconsciously or perhaps entirely unintentionally miscontributed me as just a member, I felt unbelievably displeased. I tried to rationalize it in so many humanly possible ways. He may have not known, but since I introduced myself twice as Tortellini, Michael Cohen and President of the CSC with all my VPs, I found it very difficult (on top of that, I intentionally put myself on a stool in the front, reading all the news and events we had planned to show that I had a seat of directorial and verbal delegation or knowledge). I'm sure it was a mishap on his part and he meant no harm (it's better to discredit someone, than to miscredit one and end up discrediting another). But the more I thought about it, the more it really angered me that once again, what I earned slipped through the sewers again."
"Got off the bus and got a few text messages about the article. I joshed, without heart, about how the author failed to name me as president. It seemed the replies echoed a similar note of distinction, but just laughed it off and said it was "fail". Indeed it was, but pretending it was funny somehow made me loosen the figurative noose on this whole affair. I toyed with it some more as I entered my Psych. and Law class with some other members of the club and the more I did, the better I felt. How peculiar.."
Yes, I got angry and it's not because of a simple mistake, but the accumulative effect of these mistakes. The more I talked about it passed it off as a simple a mistake and joked about it, the better I felt. I even rationalized the idea that he made a mistake purely unintentionally, as did many people in many of my projects or work. It's not because of one time or another, but the collection of it throughout my years and the constant struggle to get what I feel I earned, but never receive and those I blame, never entirely knowing what they have done and never getting the blame they never deserve either (do you blame people for the mistakes they do? No.) As for insulting people on the bus? In a sense, I was condescending, but I also made sure to notate that I could be acting pretentious, you seem to overlook many things and cherry-picking to ensure that I look like the asshole, despite the fact that I'm already claiming the possibility of such a thing: "Let's move on, I feel more bitter than Nixon. If I don't sound like a pretentious prick now, you are a better man (woman) than me (not saying much, but there you go)."+ Show Spoiler +And you also come off as a high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou-art asshole during the interview, at least from what I read (and you wrote). Basically, you positioned your underlings behind you, literally put yourself on a pedestal, and made sure to introduce yourself twice. Maybe the poor guy thought you were being condescending, like "you're so dumb I have to make this as clear as possible", and so fought his own little war by deliberately calling you a member (which you technically are). You got all that from one blurb, a line in bold? I'm impressed and yet... baffled at how you can claim such a thing. I introduced myself twice because the new members were present and then he had walked in a bit late after introductions. I should have clarified and I apologize. As for your thoughts about the reporter, I think you're being a bit cynical for your own good. I doubt that reporter would intentionally do such a thing and then shine our community in a good light and also quote superbly one of our VPs. If you've seen the work my VPs do, you'd know it's the other way around and in the previous entries, I ensure that this is the difference between me and them. They've achieved a lot more than me and to be honest, the positions should be switched. I said this in my previous entries, but I realize not everyone has read them, I'm sorry. I hope this clarifies some things for you. Oh, as for your last line, I already said it was a huge problem: "The problem I have, as I continued to grunt and mutter angrily in the shower, is that I have this logic or view of the matter that I just assume everyone knows and additionally, if they don't know, are stupid or below me. I've already labeled everyone (or nearly everyone as you will read in a bit) as being dead, droned uneducated idiots with the gullible personality of being easily swayed by any form of an educational authority or those who can showcase this pizazz of intelligence"Yes, it is a problem that I tend to think I'm almost nearly always right. It's an arrogant shield to hide behind my insecurities and low self-esteem. Often emphasized by my stubborness of overuse of pretentious sophisticated words in hopes of confusing the people I argue with. I stated it was a problem that I label people without properly getting to know them, which, in turn, makes an equal idiot or at least ignorant for being so quick to judge. Don't worry, even with my head up my asshole, I can still see. 2. You can like a group without liking individuals. For instance, you can like Team Liquid while hating many members. No problem. The reporter could have been in erotic lustful love with the club and still have been ticked off with your manner. Also, my point about the bus was that you were judging people based off of a tiny part of their day, as someone who looks at a gamer for 20 minutes and assume they spent all their time gaming. 3. But don't be so hard on yourself. Most people are, in fact, idiots. 1 Also, you literally did say you put your underlings behind you and yourself on a pedestal (okay, stool). I didn't interpret anything fancy there.
1. I don't refer to them as underlings and they're in front of me, not behind me, so I can address them all with all the news.
I put myself on a stool much like anyone with a presentation or announcement would do. It's purely presentational purposes.
You are interpreting. I have a meeting to head to, but quote the statement I made so I can better understand your position please.
2. I am a representative of the group. As the president, you speak on behalf and with the mind of the individuals you hope to serve, satisfy and hope they accept you equally. Liking members that make up the community is different than liking a particular staff member who represents the views, orders and tone of the community. To consider your theory would be more harsh to my mentality of constant striving, I don't think I'd prefer that and to be honest, the article is for the community, not me and not the VPs. For the better good, right? (I think I forgot to write that part, that, in essence, the article achieved what we wanted and our goals as a community).
You are going a bit off-base there mate, I hope overall, however, that I've changed your views about me to at least someone who is realistic about himself and his views. That's my ultimate to be quite frank. Not to sugarcoat how I see things, but to consider them at fault and to realize that it may and is probably not always right. I'll be sincere, but I won't hide how I see things, I don't learn from that and the readers don't learn true about me.
3.Yes, they are. But would you rather be smart and alone or idiotic and amongst equal idiots who make you smile and happy?
The smartest guy will be happy knowing he knows what he knows, but will accept and contribute to the world of idiots without condescension. I have to learn to do that one day.
Thanks again for following-up on your comments. It's good that you didn't drop comments and then head for the door.
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