lmfao.

In high school I stood up in front of my class and proudly declared that I "GET" Harris and Klebold. I don't think they should have shot up a school, but I certainly understand where they were coming from.

.... I suppose its really no surprise I was eventually expelled. less

Oh my GOD! I just had this conversation last night, discussing people I'm used to being around NOT being a good representation of 'normal' society. I was telling a friend about a temp job I was working once. I don't know how the topic of Columbine came up, but I said to my co-worker, "I'm certainly not going to deny Columbine was a horrible, horribly tragedy. But, you know, even though you hate to admit it even to yourself, there was this little nerdy outsider part of me that kind of went "Yeah!" She just kind of looked at me for a minute, and said "uhhh...I never thought anything like that."

Oops.

My friend with whom I was having the discussion last night said "You DO realize you don't actually have to vocalize EVERY thought that pops into your head, right?"

Yeah--but the people I know are people who would understand what I meant. I also thought the greatest and most touching empathy and maturity was shown by the students of Columbine themselves. In addition to the white crosses they erected for the victims, they put up two black crosses for Eric and Dylan. The families of the other victims were outraged and kept removing them, but the students kept putting them back. It was the children themselves who understood Dylan and Eric were victims of the tragedy as well. less

Not all of them did. I watched interviews with students done right after the shootings where they used the situation to justify their mistreatment of the two boys. Which in my opinion was more justification for Harris and Klebold than anything. But again, like I said, I don't agree with what they did.

I also have this Foot In Mouth problem. Some guy was hitting on me the other day and I happened to be on the subject of drinking with a friend and told him that when I vomited at her place after a night of drinking red wine it looked like somebody had had a miscarriage in her toilet. .... he stopped talking to me at that point. less

Not all of them did. I watched interviews with students done right after the shootings where they used the situation to justify their mistreatment of the two boys. Which in my opinion was more justification for Harris and Klebold than anything. But again, like I said, I don't agree with what they did.

I also have this Foot In Mouth problem. Some guy was hitting on me the other day and I happened to be on the subject of drinking with a friend and told him that when I vomited at her place after a night of drinking red wine it looked like somebody had had a miscarriage in her toilet. .... he stopped talking to me at that point. less

My Opa worked for the Nazis...but if you heard the end story of it it would not belong in this thread since he ended up saving Jews once he found out what his orders actually were doing.

Sometimes I do things or say I did things to start "fake trends" to see if certain people are lame enough to 'buy' them and think they are cool. Then I laugh every time I see them mimic me. It's a hoot watching people conform as if they have no backbone of their own. less

Not all of them did. I watched interviews with students done right after the shootings where they used the situation to justify their mistreatment of the two boys. Which in my opinion was more justification for Harris and Klebold than anything. But again, like I said, I don't agree with what they did.

I also have this Foot In Mouth problem. Some guy was hitting on me the other day and I happened to be on the subject of drinking with a friend and told him that when I vomited at her place after a night of drinking red wine it looked like somebody had had a miscarriage in her toilet. .... he stopped talking to me at that point. less

Oohhh...Devil's Advocate is one of my FAVORITE games!!! One of the few skill you perfect by getting a degree in English is the ability to justify ANYTHING. I like to be contrary just for the fun of it; but I often find arguing points I don't really support or believe can make me see a flaw in the logic of my real beliefs, or at least that's my justification for enjoying annoying the crap out of people. Playing D.A. is just fun on so many levels:

1. Using vocabulary and rhetoric to confuse the ignorant peasants

2. Annoying the educated and informed with consciously flawed and circular reasoning

3. Generally annoying everyone around you (in a Women's Studies course in college, the professor brought in two women from Planned Parenthood to speak about the Pro-Choice movement, and I stood up and asked when she was going to bring in a member of the clergy to discuss the Pro-life movement, and when the adoption advocate would be speaking; or in Catholic 8th-grade Religion class, when we had 'open question' Fridays, I woulk ask the priest teaching the class--who already couldn't stand me--questions like "How does the Church explain things like the Spanish Inquisition, the Borgias, and Pope Joan while upholding the tenets of Papal Infallibility?" and "How can you tell us we should donate the money we'd spend on rock albums or clothes that attract the attention of the opposite sex when you drive a red Trans-Am?")

4. Being intentionally offensive enough to provoke the other party to yell, scream, swear, then looking at them innocently and calmly requesting them to refrain from their unwarranted and offensive behavior

AND, my personal FAVORITE!:

5. Presenting a solid, logical, and convincing argument that actually succeeds in converting others to your viewpoint, then switching sides on them without warning


Sometimes I'm surprised nobody's actually murdered me yet. less

Ok, that last post was a response, not a submission, hence justifying this post does not break my own rule of not trumping yourself.

I like using $2 bills or $1 coins at fast-food restaurants, to watch the confused employee call the (often just-as-confused) manager, and I like asking Hooters girls to split checks. less

In a cosmically brilliant setup of perfect comic timing, in college, I was doing a research paper contrasting Medieval literature of the occult 'dark arts' and the 'modern' Church of Satan publications ('modern' when I was in college, revolved around Anton LaVey's "Satanic Bible," and Marilyn Manson was not yet known to the world; and yes, my professors always loved my choice of paper subjects). Anyway, I was home alone one afternoon, sitting in the living room with various books, photocopies, etc. scattered around for reference while I was working on the paper, and the most wonderful thing I could have ever dreamed happened--a group of Jehovas' Witnesses knocked at the door.

Now, don't get me wrong--I am fascinated by religion and theology, and love discussing them with anyone who, well, basically doesn't leave the room in terror or disgust. I don't care if you believe I'm going to Hell if you're willing to still talk to me about it. I live right off a street referred to locally as "Religion Row," because it has churches/temples/whate ver for every religion imaginable, so I receive many visits from various people spreading the Word, and if I'm not busy, I usually enjoy chatting.

This particular occasion in college, however, was just too good an opportunity to pass up. I opened the door and said, quite calmly and politely, that my religious beliefs did not coincide with theirs, and thanked them for their time. Following the missionary-gamebook or script or whatever, they asked if I would be willing to accept a small book of their literature; I said I would be honored, if they would do me the same courtesy. They looked a bit confused, but were trying to be respectful, and agreed. So I grabbed "The Satanic Bible" off the coffee table, took it to the door and offered it to them.

They wouldn't take it. Go figure. Probably one of my proudest moments. And relatively safe in PA. Once I moved to TX and literally almost got beat up for wearing my "God was my co-pilot, but the plane crashed and I had to eat Him" t-shirt, I decided at least public discretion was warranted. less

Oh man, people hate that shit. Its like.... math? ..... MATH???? I FUCKING failed math! Why do you think I work at Walmart?!?!?! Not to insult Walmart employees, some of them are smart they just don't want a job they have to actually work at. Just saying, if you flunk math you are far more likely to end up a Walmart employee than a brain surgeon.

Anyways. I enjoy confusing people. Period. I will confuse people to the point of them being so frustrated they are not sure they want to be friends with me anymore.... on the upside... I am generally as confused as they are by this point so they forgive me.

And um..... mushrooms can save the world man. Seriously. I am not fucking with you nor am I delusional. link. less