Oh god forbid some kids scream at you, Princess :rolleyes:
Do you look like a weirdo or something that people would single you out for ridicule? Or maybe it wasn’t personal and they just screamed at you because you happened to be the person they drove by.
I should point out that people are less likely to single you out for that kind of stuff if you roll with a possee.
So I’m a weirdo, okay? Are you happy??
First of all, I’d question whether that last one was all that hetero in a group of male friends over the age of 15. If someone calls me up and asks if I want to come over and rough house, I’m taking a major pass.
Your mutual interest list reads like it was put together from detailed observations of prime time television. Cars, sports, and BBQ?
“Hey, Waverly, c’mon over. Me and the guys are gonna talk some sports and BBQ, then wrestle with each other!” :dubious:
The ability to share a drink, trade amusing stories, jokes, and insults… I value those, but no more so with men than with women. There’s no inherent gender bias.
Well, yeah. Grown men don’t really do that.
But my observation is that guys who are loud, fun, outgoing, enjoy sports and drinking generally have an easier time making friends than guys who are quiet, reserved, bookish or are overly sensitive.
And this limited roster of “things guys can enjoy without being gay” is the reason why a lot of men feel uncomfortable around other men and prefer to hang around women. I know a number of “oddball” straight men who don’t feel comfortable around the majority of regular guys because they’re surrounded by lunkheads who take any interest in the arts or non-BBQ cooking or basically anything Al Bundy wouldn’t do or like as the marks of a sissyboy. (Really, I think you’re the kind of person who would rag on a guy if he expressed an interest in non-totally stereotypical “male” things and make him feel bad until he conformed to your ways. But as this is not the Pit I’ll not go further.) This is one place where girls have it easier. Our femininity is never called into question if we like sports or cars or guns, it makes us different in a good way. I really wish the same thing could be true for men.
Oh yeah and where I’m from it’s not really that polite to yell out your car window just to make someone jump. In fact, according to the psych books I’ve read, doing things only to make someone jump is a symptom of sociopathy. But hey, you’re the dude who defended hazing, so I ain’t surprised you’re taking this tack.
Observation of whom? I’m outgoing and like to think I’m fun, but I’m also well read and aloof when it comes to sharing personal information. And again, I’m the same way with male or female friends (unless, a bit too caught in the moment, I begin having unusual thoughts about a female friend…) Anyway. Why do you think these yokels, these caricatures you say you observe, have cornered the friendship market? Are you rationalizing?
Your list sounds like it came from television watching, not real world people.
A charleyhorse is a muscular pain, cramping, or stiffness especially of the quadriceps.
My ex is as normal-looking as they come (only a bit more handsome then average) and he got yelled at as well. He knew it wasn’t personal, but it still hurt.
I think the group-testosterone effect explains a lot.
You said you were in a fraternity. What were the guys in your house like?
Brought on by punching someone in the leg. I guess you never had an older or younger brother.
Anyway, if you’re happy with the number of friends you have, by all means keep doing whatever it is you are doing.
If you have no friends, maybe the problem is you.
They ran the whole spectrum of guydom: boneheads, intellectuals, boistrous, quiet, Democrats, Republicans, Independents, white, black, asian, Christians, Jews, atheists, honors students, flunkouts, straight, gay, asexual, funny, boring, kind, nasty, average.
In other words, not limited to the caricatures you listed above.
I have both, actually. Neither punched me. And I would guess that give each other charley horses is not an activity practiced by men over 25.
Well, you would have friends.
That sucks. I’m a big fan of rough housing (and playing practical jokes). I’m turning 25 at the end of the month and am female.
Well whatever. I think we’re getting away from the point. The point is that people really should try to make friends. If you’re a nerd, find other people who share nerdly interests. If you are a meathead, find othe rmeatheads. Or even better, don’t limit yourself to one particular type of person.
I have no friends. I have neighbours with whom I pass the time of day but I don’t consider that friendship. I also pass the time of day with the woman who sells me tomatoes and apples but I don’t regard her as a friend either.
First of all let me tell you how great I am. An Executive Vice President of the Westinghouse Electric Corp. informed me that the promotion I had just received made me the youngest General Manager / Plant Manager in the history of the corporation. In addition I had lots of friends both inside and outside the Company, and in general everything was coming up roses.
However, sometime over the next few years something happened; people began to bore me, everyone seemed exceedingly superficial, and extended conversation with anyone exhausted me. I now have no friends; I hate my job, and all the people who work for me; and I’d divorce my wife in a second if it wouldn’t break her heart. And the scary thing is I don’t care.
This is a bit of a tangent, but: if your anecdote is true, you are damn close to sharing identifiable information. I wouldn’t do that here on a bet.
Other than that, it sounds to me like you should for look for your problem within.
I thought of that, but Westinghouse hasn’t existed for many years, and before it went out of business our group was sold to another corporation, so I can’t imagine how anyone could figure out who I am. I suppose if someone here worked for the company back then, and could figure out which of probably 200 GMs was me…… well, I really don’t care.
I used to have no friends before I came out. In the sense of: I had a few friends, but practically never saw them, so in effect there wasn’t anyone.
That changed after I came out. Pretty soon I had more friends all over the place than I could ever find time for. Coming out turned me into a social butterfly. It wasn’t an effect I’d tried for, but I’m glad it turned out that way. Coming out led me to finding new groups of people that are good to be around.
I meant this to be somewhat self deprecating, but it doesn’t come off that way. So let me try to explain.
First, the VP’s statement was off the cuff he didn’t really have any idea whether what he said was true or not. All he was really saying is that I was fairly young for the position.
Second, it was shear luck that I got the job. I was the Product Line Manager for the group’s most profitable product, and it was one of the lines that was being moved to the new plant. They knew I wouldn’t accept a lateral move and they didn’t have any other candidate who was an imperative, so I kind of got the job by default. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I am also no longer in that job.
Third, I certainly didn’t mean to imply that everyone I knew suddenly became boring and superficial. Something happened to me that to a non trivial extent has negatively affected my life.
My apologies if I came off sounding like a pompous ass.