I agree with most of what your saying, I can´t think of something nastier than a preppy person that always looks you over his shoulder and shots hurting stuff at everyone´s face, but...
...it´s not as easy as this, I think. We all know how good looking ppl attract other people. Well, have you ever think how stupid and mollesting can be a person when approaching a nice guy/girl?? it can be really disturbing sometimes. People always put a silly smile in their faces, asking the most stupid questions about life or whatever, in order to push the girl/guy into their attention. They want a nice guy/girl to be talking with them, f*****g with them or even next to them. Just for their good looks.
I don´t know, I always try to understand people and the origin of their behavior, and I think the aggresive/hurting part of the personality of good looking people come as a defense mechanism against the "invasion" of the regular guy that comes to them, desperate for the "man of the moment" attention, trying to vampirize them.
I was a fat boy, wearing glasses and corrective teeth stuff (don´t know exactly how it is called in english) til i turned 17, then I started running and exercising hard and became fit, got some contact lenses and forgot about the mouth irons, and lot of ppl that never approached to me (except for insulting), started to come with the silly smile in their faces. Well, I just feel pleased and thought that looking good is kind of magic in this life.
But I thought it many many times and it gets me mad, these people never really come to me for being interested in me and my personality, or my thoughts, or for me wanting to be their friend, or just to make some laughs, they just come for their own interest, they had plenty of time before, a lot of years, indeed, but they just decided it was the time when I became decently looking. If I would have born looking good, I would have the neccesary training and send all of them to hell.
I think that we all need to sit down and think how we people are. I had it easy becouse it happened in front of my face. The "Nelson Munch" guy, that has been laughing loudly in front of all the people (HA-HA!!) at the less important of everyone of your disgraces for your entire life is now turned in a "mate", laughing to the floor at even the less funny of your jokes. The hot girl in the class, that never ever noticed you around except for commenting that she feels a "sausage smell", is now suddenly approaching at the bar, saturday night, slightly hitting you in the penile area with his *** while dancing in front of you bfore starting a converstion where you and she, surprisingly, are the most united classmates since the mixed-genre scholar system was invented.
The girls around, that in your entire life gave you the serious impression that you have the power to become invisible when leaving home, are now looking straight to you, talking in front of your face like if they have drunk the Colombia´s monthly production of coffe. The guys that never wanted you approaching to the basket court in a 2 square kilometer area, are now coming to you, friendly-tapping you in the shoulder, inserting you into their circle becouse they are needing a new player for the team.
Now I´m older, but I´ll never forget that, it really impressed me, as you can see. I wish I would have been the greatest jerk with all of them and spit all of them into their eyes. But, as I said, I was pleased. And now I´m afraid of going bald. Getting to where I was. The non-existence and misery of the normal people. I´m losing my chances of being a jerk. If you ask me, I don´t believe in anyone´s sanctity. I´ve seen mine, and I don´t believe in Mother Teresa of Calcuta going round and treating people all right. I myself, knowing this, I´ve been cruel with people. I bet my balls that Gunner, the non-selfish poster here, the one that wants full heads of hair for the Africa poors and the Calcuta miserables, Gunner the hair-giver, if he never had male pattern baldness he would be in the pub with the mates, laughing at some bloke´s horseshoe. People never puts them into anothers pants. No one realizes. Everyone judges. Everyone are cruel unconsciously or not, from the rat-face fat-*** wrinkle-saturated virgin-girl to Brad f*****g Pitt. I don´t believe in jerks and victims. Even people who is fucked, bald, fat, ugly, hairy and is lamenting every second of is life is crying becouse they think thay are forced by a Nature trick to be confused with the condition of the "undesirables".
And even then, the people who is suffering physical disgraces give a sh*t about the "undesirable ones", they even hate them more becouse they remember them how disgusting they are.
Think about it, Gunner, being bald, ugly or smelly or whatever you still can get girls, have friends and get a job. You´r perfectly able of living a full life with the entire things that everyone experiences. Maybe you got a girl with a dead racoon between her legs, got the "David Hasselhorf´s fanclub" president as best friend and work at a 7/11.
But you moan and cry becouse you don´t want that . You think that you deserve something better, conciously or not. You don´t wanna be surrounded by disgusting ugly losers in an ugly loser environment.
You´r being a jerk about those people you don´t wanna be mixed with.
Come on, Gunner, what do you think a NW7 feels when reading your balding-ridiculizing posts about baldies in white socks and shorts??
They could be feeling horrorified by those histories. A guy that is terrorified of getting Norwood 7, the lowest state of the human being as he said. There´s nothing worse than being bald from your point of view.
You´re being such a jerk about Norwood 7 guys. You´r saying that If you become one of them, it will be worse than dying.
Imagine that you´re a Norwood 7 guy that doesn´t feel confortable with himself. Imagine yourself reading this forum, feeling the terror of all of us about even becoming Norwood 3V. Our lamentations, our anger.
I´ve done that and that´s what I thought:
"Well, If all these people are doing that work, that medication thing, that desperate posts, that much fear, that money and efforts to get away from where I am, they must be saying to me that I am into one of the worst places on earth. "
I think we need to stop blaming persons.
I think we all have to stop blaming the other people.
