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Posted by ulli
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Posted by donk
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Posted by ulli
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Well, I can find a serious element in every joke,
just as I can extract humor out of tragic situations.
So, the energy of that Groucho Marx joke is about social climbing,
to such heights where one knows one is not deserving, at least not yet.l
Maybe with the hope to fit in one day in the future.
A lofty, forbidding environment has a lot of pull...
exclusivity is the name of the game behind designer labels,
and expensive status symbols.
Altogether this sums up why feelings of insecurity persist in the world,
as people aren't getting the real goods which connect them to the big battery,
but only fake and glamorous substitutes.
Are you trying to suggest that people are more concerned with images, being right (appearing “better”) than learning and growing and discovering “truth”. Cuz I’m on board if you are…
I get kinda lost sometimes though….were we talking about p!ssing contests, and then one broke out?
When I was in 4th grade, bussed in to the inner city school…my classmates and I would have long-shot contests, where we started at the urinal, and then kept taking steps back, mid-urination, and whoever was still hitting it from the farthest away was the winner.
Some played to win, to be the longest p!sser. Some played to not be ostercized from the rest of group. Some were too self-conscious to get involved. Me? I had two reasons…I was curious to see how far I could p!ss…and more importantly: I liked a chance to p!ss on the floor, besides being fun—I hated that school.
Pissing on the floor of a school one hates would only upset the janitor,
who then goes home and beats up the kids, who in turn torture the cat.
Or were you hoping to get expelled and placed in a better school?
I was once in a house where there was no bathroom at all, nor furniture,
except for rolled-up hammocks on the wall, and the house rule was to piss through the cracks in the floor boards...
If you missed you would end up sitting in your own piss for the rest of the day, or stand outside in the rain.
This is as true as my last story (which was about a group of ten years old boys ulli…I personally didn’t learn empathy or personal responsibility until decades later, so the effects to the janitor were not really the point--I was kinda going for a parable, of sorts. Also, it probably made the floor in front of the urinals the cleanest part of the bathroom…though I digress…):
It probably wasn’t the janitor that cleaned our urine, but it would make the story better if it was….
I got straight A’s in my fancy middle class neighborhood public school, right up through 3rd grade, at which point I was bussed into aforementioned school, the sheer size of which I could not adjust to, not to mention the completely different “social norms” that came with it.
I was lost, miserable, and going to get my first non-A…worse, I knew it was at least a D, and probably an F. I remember being an agnostic at the time, being dragged to CCD (Catholic training for the cannibalistic “first communion” ritual that was important enough to have a class for) I didn’t like the institution much, but some sort of creator being made as much sense to me as anything else…so I went with. I prayed to my Catholic God to burn the school down.
Well, that was a Friday…that weekend, guess what? A painter (I used to tell it as janitor, now that I think about it…but I gotta think they hired a contractor) threw a cigarette but in a paint can—in the closet of my home room. The fire that erased any record of my 1st quarter marking period…and necessitated my then super-busy parents getting me into a (much much better, private) school.
Which lead to me going to Catholic High School (private HS’s were outa my ‘rents range), where I learned to despise Catholicism, and became for a long period very openly, aggressively anti-christian, and atheist.
Anyways…all that information was more anecdotal than to my point of why I started writing it in your thread…”male” males do stupid things, real dumb **** appeals to us at a young age—the fact that I wanted the gnarliest, killingest, realist-looking gun for a toy, that my favorite shows were GI Joe and Transformers (and Thundercats), I loved gory Schwarzeneggar and Seagal movies best…there’s some sort of appeal to violence and competition and being a hero that comes with a penis.
So maybe that thread is about those that learn about enlightment, but are still trying to be the longest p!sser?
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