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Name: Marcus
Birthday: 12/5/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing, reading, U.S. comics, manga, City of Heroes, script writing, that one guy at work, aliens, samurai, ninjas, Naruto, Hunter x Hunter, Dungeons and Dragons (and other RPGs), fighting games, RPG Video Games.
Expertise: Novel and comic book writing, Human Resources
Occupation: Trying to break into 3 fields
Message: message me
AIM:  TaimaM
Member Since:
5/25/2006
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| Question.) Four individuals are trying to grab a dollar at the same time. Out of the following candidates, who reaches the dollar first and why?
a- A shallow, lisping, body-obsessed ultra-political faggot
b- A well-adjusted, caring, mentally capable gay man
c- Harry Potter
d- The Tooth Fairy
Answer.) a- A shallow, lisping, body-obsessed ultra-political faggot. Why: Because the other three are figments of my fucking imagination.
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EDIT: I deleted the haiku because it was a royally fucked up thing to type, even for me. | | |
|  | You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.
Cultural Creative | | 100% | Postmodernist | | 69% | Idealist | | 50% | Existentialist | | 44% | Fundamentalist | | 38% | Romanticist | | 38% | Modernist | | 38% | Materialist | | 25% |
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| Well, I'm not sure I could categorize what I experienced this afternoon as a "dream" so much as a miniature nightmare that was too believable to qualify as a "true nightmare."
It started off with me, Matt, Ernie, and Patrick at work in the bookstore. Nightmarish enough though it was, the troubles would only intensify. I inadvertantly brushed Patrick's elbow with my hand while talking, which for some reason prompted him to punch me in the chest and walk away. I vividly remember the pain from the punch, but more so than that, I recall being extremely disoriented as I realized that I had fallen to the floor. Matt and Ernie lifted me up, only to disappear.
Without so much as a passing explanation, I was in my grandmother's living room in Chicago. Somehow I felt like I'd brought up some horrible memory in Patrick that caused him to punch me, so I borrowed my dad's cell phone to call him. When he finally picked up, Patrick refused to explain why he punched me, despite all of my apologies and pleading to do so. His only response to my questioning was, "Oh, so you FINALLY started thinking of someone other than yourself!" I can't help but feel like my subconscious was trying to get a point across.
My sister was no better. She would not speak to me directly. She insisted that I speak to her only via cell phone, despite the fact that we were in the same room. I asked her repeatedly to tell me what was wrong, but she ignored me in favor of glaring at my forehead. I recall nothing else save for that she was angry with me for what had happened with Patrick earlier in the dream.
I think I'll take my dream's advice and see if I can find ways to be more concerned with others. I've probably been getting careless about that.
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| Maybe it was the ridiculously long day I had today, but after a long absence, I feel like ranting again.
Perfection vs. Worthlessness
I've decided that these are the two major qualities that define people's perception of each other when it comes to dating. There is perfection, which is something so great/grand/beautiful about someone that the observer cannot find fault in it, and then there is absolute worthlessness. Nothing exists in-between these two extremes. Nothing. What's worse is that this principle is most active on the physical level--which, as much as I wish it wasn't, is the single most important aspect of dating, bar none. Sure, looks fade with time, and if you're lucky, the hottie you picked out can form a sentence without infuriating you, but one would be deluding oneself to pretend that physical attraction is not the single defining aspect of actively seeking out a potential mate.
Consider this. Think of anyone you've ever sought out to date. Did you talk to the old, hideous balding guy in the back of the bar? Did it cross your mind that the guy/girl in the wheelchair you met once might have been your soul mate? Have you ever found yourself wanting to date anyone you did not already know intimately without first considering his or her looks? Obviously not. You had no other means of judging that person. That is why I say that looks are the single defining factor of romance in general and dating in particular.
It doesn't matter if you have the most wonderful personality or the most brilliant mind. If you are not incredibly hot or equally wealthy, nobody will bother to look deep enough to discover it.
The friends-to-lovers approach doesn't work. If you're close enough friends with someone for a serious relationship to be a possibility, yours is already classified as an exclusively platonic relationship. Most people are aware of this already, hence the warnings and jokes regarding "The Friend Zone" that abound whenever such an approach is attempted.
I don't believe in such a thing as "true love" or "eternal love" on a romantic level. While such a concept can work fine for something like familial love, I've learned that when applied to romance, this concept falls apart. The second--and I mean the second you fall even slightly below your partner's expectations of you, expect to be dropped like a burning coal. Forget every seemingly stable relationship you've ever seen, even if one or the other person involved would be considered less-than-ideal to you. To consider those relationships is much like using a platypus as an example of a mammal; they are so outside of the norm that they hardly bear discussing. More often than not, "stable" relationships like have nothing to do with one party or the other seeing past physical flaws into the person below. What is actually happening is most often either unhealthy co-dependence or the fulfillment of an unusual sexual fixation and/or fetish.
To bring the point back around, what all of this means is that, simply put, if you do not immediately and entirely fulfill someone else's idea of Perfection in a potential mate, you are absolutely Worthless to him or her. This is fixed in time. If I am not Perfect to someone today, I am Worthless to him tomorrow, regardless of how much either of us change. There is only one chance at a first impression, so if you make a mistake or by some chance happen to be born differently than his/her dream date, give up on that person and try someone else. Maybe you'll get lucky.
See, what's funny about all of this is that while I don't consider myself a shallow person at all, it finally proves to me why shallow people always seem to excel so much on the dating scene. They were actually smarter than me when it comes to dating because they understood this principle. For all the other horrible tendencies that shallowness causes in people, like a broken clock, it finally got something right.
Personally, I couldn't bear to be with someone I found physically attractive but otherwise loathed, but what I've come to realize is that there is a very good chance that--given the fact that almost nobody, myself included, would persue a relationship with someone they didn't find somewhat physically attractive--such a resolution is infinitely more plausible than the polar opposite, which would be a wonderful relationship with someone I didn't find physically attractive at all.
Now I have to really think to myself... Which one of us is REALLY being shallow? Is it those people I've always thought of as being shallow, who will date any moron who looks like a starving Aryan teenager? Or is it me, who insists on being able to hold an intelligent conversation and considers the possibility of living the rest of my life with someone before making a long-term committment?
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| Well, I'm at work again. It's not a busy day.
My brain melts at room temperature here, but at least my comic is moving along. I coated the comic creators' forums with an ad looking for inkers and colorists at 7PM last night. As of 8AM this morning, I have had three replies--a respectable number. Once I visit their websites, I'll look over the applicants with Will and come to a decision. If none of them are professional caliber, well... it's only been 16 hours since I posted the ad.
I found a job as a sales rep for Dark Horse Comics while I was composing the ad. I actually qualify for the position, which came as a wonderful shock. I will apply for it immediately once I get home. I hope it won't require me to relocate to Oregon, where Dark Horse is located, but if so, at least it's a paycheck. I really, really hope I can stay in-state if nothing else. I'd miss my friends too much to just uproot and leave. I guess that's the cost of making close friends as opposed to a large stable of acquaintences.
At-Work Haiku:
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Sixties, Seventies
Music that makes me dry heave
Funk and the Beatles | | |
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