SOCIETY!!!!!

Stupid Bob Normals and cowboy wannabees.

I bet you lot wil think this post is TOTALLY different.

I’m a boy, and yet, I have trouble relating to alot of other guys because of the way society tries to shove its crap up my butt about “how a dude should act or be”.

What ever happened to America the free???

Ok, first of all, I find sports on telly very boring,
this is one thing that these dudes will bash me about,
“What?!?! You don’t like FOOTBALL??!”

Heck no I don’t like football it bores the shint
out of me. I like Rugrats, Teletubbies,
Katie and Orbie, Rolie Polie Olie,
New adventures of Winnie
the Pooh, and PB & J Otter.

Number two:

I love cats. Ya hear that? I LOVE MY KITTYPUSS!!!
And I’m dang proud of it too. He is my best little fuzzy
frend for when I’m alone and have no one to play with,
for when I’m alone and sad, or for when I want to
play. I do not hate dogs, but I just do not want one,
what is so wrong with a boy having a pet kittypuss
and loveing him too?

Number three:

I hate beer, it makes me puke in the toistybowl.
I like apple juice, chocolate milk, koolaid,
Coke, Pepsi, dr pepper, etc,
what is so wrong with that I ask?

Number four:

One time, I was riding my bike and fell off and
dashed the hell out of both knees with such road
rash that I bled all down my shins and it stinking
HURT! Yes I cried very loudly, I don’t care
what people think about that, but what
law is there that says just because I am a boy
that I somehow am supposed to have this magic
potion with me that instantly suppresses all
pain that I never can seem to find?
Is that what all the other boys use?
How the hell do they fall, break all their
ribs, both shins, and lacerate their faces
and not ever wince, what the heck are
they taking?

What I want to wear:

I wear Winnie the Pooh and Tigger and
Chuckie from Rugrats on all my shirts
because it makes me happy, why can’t
a boy my age (30) wear these things
if they make them my size in the first
place, K-Mart does not tell me I can’t
buy them.

I hate society sometimes, these stupid little
idiotic “rules” that say that boys can’t have
feelings or have good clean old fashioned
fun, or anything, I have to be this
hard-butt, no-feeling, stone statue,
and I can’t be that way.

Sorry for the rant, just had to let my
feelings out, which society seems to
not want me to have in the first place.


no doubt this is going for a ride.

Well give them all to my brother
and I and you will NEVER have to
see them ever again?

HAPPY NOW??

Good heavens, dear, where do you LIVE? Come join us in wacky New York, where Anything Goes!

And remind me to turn down any snacks served from your toistybowl, whatever THAT may be . . .

just curious, honestly.

Why do you call yourself a boy when you’re 30?

And here’s just a question, what about all those cartoons makes you love them so much? the escapism? The fantasy? the stories? The art?

And are you English or American? You use a lot of English terms, but you also watch PB&J Otter, and your website is in Central Standard Time.

I’m just a little curious about who you are.

jar

I would love to move, from here,
if I had the money, I would move to
either New York or Idaho, I only
lived in NY for a year with my
dad, but for some strange reason,
I loved it. I lived with dad in
that big flatblock (high-rise apartement)
in NYC near the Bell phone office,
that was back in 1984-85, I don’t
know how it has changed since,
but I liked it, especially Mr. Vanzetti’s
Italian restaurant YUMMMMM boy could
that old guy cook the best dang Italian
food I have EVER eaten.

I wonder how he is getting on lately?

I am definitely Not a girl.

I’m British-American, 4th generation,
raised mostly by my grandfather who has taught
me alot of things, including some words
from my roots country before his passing
in 1993, to say it was a great
loss is an understatement, I can’t
say it with words.

I also had other aunts and uncles
that I was around alot who were
from Britain, so my language is
a mix of both American and British
English.

I wish I were able to move from
this god forsaken place, Kansas.

Kansas is in the Central Standard time zone,
so you will read Central Standard Time
from the system clock on my server.

The reason I enjoy the cartoons and
the other fun things I do is simply
because they make me happy as opposed
to going to a pub (bar) and getting
totally sloshed, making rude comments
to girls and generally getting myself
into trouble.

I have been enjoying these things for
30 years now, why should I stop?

Is it against the law?

http://www.pixyland.org/peterpan/

But do you not consider yourself a MAN?

Easy there, Tex. i was just asking. It seems to me that you THINK society won’t let you do these things, but guess what? The majority of us don’t care at all what you do. I’m 29 and I read Archie Comics and Calvin and Hobbes books.

I also wear t-shirts with Hermey the Elf on them.

No one says a word to me, and I assume they don’t care.

jar

Now I REALLY Like that web site.

Your no stick in the mud.

Keep it going I hope it brings
you much fun and happiness.

It feels no different, boy, dude, guy,
man, bloke, male, lad, gent,
it is all the same to me.
OOps! Sorry did not mean to come off
like a Nazi on that last line, I mean
some people (and thank goodness not you,
you sound cool) seem to want to dictate
to me what I should do and all, I don’t
understand people around where I live I
guess they are just weird around
here. When I get the dough, I am
out of here.

Most of the people don’t say anything,
but a few have and I don’t know why,
perhaps they were sloshed or I just
bumped into a bad crowd.

The people that are pointed at, mocked and singled out are not the real freaks. The masses are. The majority of human beings live their lives according to other’s ideas of how they should act. They wear clothes that are in. They like the music everyone else does. Cliched it may be, but it remains true, they die without ever having really lived.

Tigger. live your life the way you want. Most people will call you a freak and consider you strange. These people are not worth knowing. Those people who have decided to be individuals will recognise you as kin.

…after all, what’s the point of being an adult if you can’t be childish every so often?

As long as it makes you happy, and doesn’t hurt anyone, have a blast.

I guess it depends on what you mean by “freak,” but if it means “one who is markedly unusual or abnormal” then… no, no, the masses are, by definition, not freaks, since they comprise what is usual and normal.

You may certainly argue that they’re not living life to its fullest, that they are dull, witless, or sheeplike.

But they’re not freaks.

  • Rick

This is what disturbs me (from the website):

Is it just me?

Sorry I don’t know what is disturbing
about cat facts.

Unless it was a joke that I did
not get, in that case, sorry.

To the Pit with thee!

It’s not my website. I just thought you might enjoy it.

Please stop hitting return at the end of the line. The window will wrap the text for you. And please put the text you are responding to before your response so it has some kind of logical flow. That will make your posts much easier to read.

–John

Side me in with others in this thread. Do what you like. If it doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s all right with me. I’m 28, served in the USAF.

I used to play baseball and I love watching baseball and football (American football) on TV. If someone says they don’t like to watch baseball or football, that’s fine with me. Everyone has different tastes.

However I also love watching cartoons, playing video games, collecting comic books, etc. And if someone thinks I’m a bit old for that sort of thing, fuck 'em. I like it and it makes me happy.

I think MrVisible makes a good point:

That’s part of the fun of being grown-up as I see it. Now that we know what the world is and have other responsibilities, acting childish occasionally gives a sense of release and helps appreciate our youth more.