From: youngj4@sage4a.its.rpi.edu (Jeffrey 'Taldin' Young)
Subject: Re:  The Difference Injure, II
Reply-To: youngj4@rpi.edu
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY.
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 17:28:48 GMT


Taldin grins. "Actually.."


|> 	"Taldin, I work for people like the ones you describe, and I've
|> never been able to like people who are like that. I've always wanted to find
|> a way to somehow leave them speechless. The occasional times I do are quite
|> worth it, and I haven't been fired yet.

"May I never end up working for people like that.  Of course, 
if I end up in a regular business (re: shirt and tie) environment,
I'm going to have to look NORMAL. Ugh."

|> 
|> 	"I once said that the reason why I can usually give as good as I
|> get was because I spent my adolescence in New York City and had to learn
|> how in self-defense. Actually, it's because I spent my early adolescence
|> in a part of New York City that wished it were part of the suburbs. I
|> wasn't very athletic, I was extremely smart (compared to my classmates),
|> a bookworm and speed-reader, wore extremely ugly glasses, and was also
|> a very early developer (ie, my bust has been over-large since 6th grade).
|> Also, my hair was _still_ in the process of growing out of the worst
|> haircut of my life. The glasses were fixed later, and I finally found a
|> style that lets me have long hair without tangles. But junior high was hell,
|> and I've never gotten over it. Being called "Annie" when my hair started
|> to frizz out was the kindest name.
 
"Minus the Annie part, you sound a lot like me.  Used to live in
Ridgewood, Queens, a neighborhood that slowly went to heck.  Speedreader,
glasses, (still wear them) and a very late bloomer- shortest kid in
the school up to High school.... (ugh)  But the real catcalls haven't
come until now.  And yeah.  I've got a teeeny bit of martial arts
training..."

|> 	"Why am I telling you this? Because, sad to say, there are people
|> who never leave the junior high mentality. My boss and two other men and
|> one woman at the office are among the people I know who haven't grown out
|> of it. So, apparently, are the idiots who tried to tease you. I can think
|> of others. They don't usually find places like Callahans :) but prefer to
|> hang out in packs and prey on others. Some psychologists suggest that
|> this is because of insecurity, which would make sense.|

*nod*  Unfortunately, there's a crop of people who got their laughs
from movies that made fun of certain groups, ('Revenge of the Nerds')
and idolize certain trains of thought that simply get laughs but also
followings.  It seems that the entertainment industry has gotten us
into this mess.. or maybe not.  Derision has been around for as long
as inequality and egos have been around.  But darnit, does society
have to support it?   And I wonder if I don't have my own share of
insecurites from all this. 

|> 
|> 	"My, these soapboxes are getting high-- would you ask Sudrith
|> to help me get down?"

<< Not a problem.  As long as you don't start calling me 'Stepladder.' >>
|> +--------------------------+----------------------------------------------+ 
|> |   "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, |
|> | thou canst not then be false to any man..."  --William Shakespeare      |
|> +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 Polonius.  Hee. 'Tis pity tis true tis pity; and tis pity tis tis true.'

"Oh.  Right.  Back to that 'Aanyway.'  Walking across 15th street,
some bozo on the second floor of the dorm there yells, 'Robin Hood!'
'Get off my case!' I snarl back.  And keep walking.  'Sir Robin!' 
they yell.  I stop in my tracks.  Turn.  Walk slowly back toward them.
Look up.  And just stare.  "What're you looking at?"  Coolly: "You."
They shut the window.  And backed away.  I stood there.  They come back
and look out, with the, 'Holy snap, he's still there...' look, and
duck away.  Go around to another window, they do, and I'm still staring,
instant shift to look at them.  They open the window and toss a snowball.
Without moving, (and blind luck) I block with my left hand. They shut
the window again.  Go back to the other. I'm still there.  They open
it and chuck a handful of pennies. 'Alms for the poor!' they yell. I
don't move- it's a clear miss.   They go to the downstairs lounge
and look out the window to find me still there.  They try going outside
and yelling for me to get me to come, but I'm still standing there,
staring up at that window, very cooly blowing frost.   Gotta wonder
what was running through their heads...  Be careful Whose Attention
You Call For. You may just Get It."

Think this would work for others?  Or was this an isolated one-shot
victory?  I was sick and tired of ignoring this, and had time on
my hands to kill.

Taldin and Suds

 



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