The problem with me is I had a great childhood.
This is a bittersweet fact of my life, as now I have nothing to blame my issues on. My mom wasn’t a career obsessed, impossible to please crazypants, who tried to force me into childhood beauty pageants and acting classes so that she could live out her dreams. She was actually a stay at home mom, who had cookies and a plate of assorted cheeses waiting for me every day after school.
My dad wasn’t in the slammer after various robbery attempts, therefore prompting me to search for love in all the inappropriate places because I suffered from daddy abandonment issues. Instead, he sat through the intolerable rehashing of my entire school day each night after dinner, when I would give him a plethora of “homework assignments” to be handed in the next night.
But can I just say that it’s pretty sad when you can’t pass a spelling test given to you by your 7 year old daughter.
My brother, on the other hand, he was the thorn in my rose garden of a chidhood. He never once in all my living days: a) talked to me, or b) let me so much as walk in the same vicinity of his Nintendo. Although deeply scarring, I don’t feel that I can justify blaming all of my insanity upon him. Ugh.
By the way, Who’s the elephant?
“a plate of cheese”… everyday? Have you considered constipation may be a factor? Maybe a bran muffin and some prunes would fix everything.
lol thanks for stopping by J. I mean, I love cheese, and my mom just happened to know how to put a happy ending on a stressful day of addition and recess.
Greetings! I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody who was greeted after school by a mom who was bearing a plate of cheese.
That’s pretty awesome.
That one single event makes my trip from SITS worthwhile.
Thank you.
MIkki… lets get this straight. I am the coolest person you will ever meet.
Oh my gosh your mom rocks. I would have been the happiest, fattest kid ever if I got a plate of cheese.
I never got to play Nintendo either. Someday I will mow down people in my car because of it, I know it.
Or, you know, just buy a Wii.
ok, well can you be sure not to mow me down? at least until after we make our bajillions
Ahem…in my case, definitely my dad. LOL.
Very nice blog and I enjoy it very much:)
Thank you so much for supporting my big day past Wednesday – it meant a lot to me. I hope you enjoyed the post.
Have a lovely weekend and let’s stay in touch!
xoxo
Hello Maki! Welcome. I loved your blog as well, i’ll definately be stopping by often!
No issues with your dad? Not engaged in a bitter rivalry with your mom to prove who the better woman is? You must have been near impossible to hook up with and discard growing up. I, for one, appreciate your brother for representing our gender by not letting you play with his Nintendo, at least.
Michael, you have no idea. I do owe my extensive self confidence to my parents. It has helped me greatly in relationships of all kinds. and I know that is the secret in raising my own kids, when i ever have them. the main problem would probably be that i’ve become too independent. its like, “i don’t need you around to tell me mushy things and make me feel good.” one broken engagement and two turned down proposals later, i would say that i am definately a committment -phobe.
As a dad with not one but two beautiful little girls (Mom was a pageant contestant, I used to be a model…citizen) EVERYBODY constantly reminds me “Oh just wait until they get older…” in reference to the boy/girl thing and what not. Which is, in my mind, a really odd thing to banter about, and inappropriate, and always as a warning, and sometimes from people who don’t even have kids.
My response is always the same “By the time I get done raising these girls, the boys are going to be in BIG trouble, and they will be running home to their moms about the girls who toyed with their emotions and broke their hearts”.
So we’ll see how that goes, but I believe, like you said, that it starts with bullet proof self-esteem.
michael, yea, at one point or another every guy I have dated has said something to the effect of “so… wait. you’re not like super needy? and you’re not jealous of other women? and you aren’t self conscious of your body? and you’re not always on a diet? what?” And all i can tell them is that their role as a father will probably determine how their daughter feels about herself for most of her life.
Still, you could at least be jealous of other women…now I think you are just being a bitch…
michael.. haha. no, my attitude is just that if you would rather be with her, then that is fine. and i will find someone else who is happy with me. simple as that.
I was just teasing, more power to you, or “you go girl”, whichever you prefer!
I too suffer from extreme confidence so I can relate, and yet there is no telethon to support this affliction that many suffer in silence from…
well, i mean, i’m not snobby. its a healthy confidence u know? like, i know i’m not the best thing since grated parmesan, but i do know that i’m a good catch. i’m confident in who i am and what i have to offer and i just take a like it or leave it attitude. Also though, i think you have to have a handle on the life and know that what is meant to be will be. people wouldn’t get so frustrated about things if they just stopped trying to force the people in their life to react the way THEY want them to.
I understand completely! However, as you probably know that can be a double edged sword at times in that often less confident people will snipe at your heels and try to bring you back to the pack, so to speak.
Among guys, there is a lot of intrinsic pressure for “alpha” status, and if you have the requisite physical alpha features, plus brains and confidence, believe me they will line up to take shots, like gunslingers in the old west.
From what I have seen in the workplace and beyond, women are even harder on each other in this respect as well.
oh michael. you have no idea how evil women really are. they immediately hate me upon first glance.
this is why almost 99% of my friends are guys. and no, not those type of friends. actually platonic friendships here.
WOAH, serious conversation in the comments here. I think that’ll be more fun to comment on than your lack of messed up family life (except for siblings, they’re always good at being your antagonist…. by the way, you can have both of my brothers).
I am needy, lack confidence, intelligence, looks, and money. Plus I’m fat.
What I just described is the exact opposite of me. Kind of.
Brit, one thing that never ceases to amaze me is the “hate” people can get within their own gender. Women are notorious for it, but men can be the same way when confronted by someone they feel intellectually and visually inferior to. Men do NOT like to be one-upped when it comes to conversation, especially in the presence of females, and oftentimes instantly hate you or become d-bags when it happens. Not that I would ever call someone out for being an idiot or anything, but uh… I’ve seen it happen with others. Yeah, that’s what I’m going with. (Don’t even get me started on how semi-intelligent insecure women react to such situations. Ugh.)
Because ladies, as we’ve covered before, I’m the sweetest, nicest guy ever.
Brandon. what can i say. you miss a blog, you miss alot. thats what you get for going all MIA on my blog like you do.
ugh… haters. as I like to say, you know you’re the sh*t when people you don’t even know are talking crap about u.
i think that sums it up
Aww… I don’t mean to go MIA. It doesn’t help that every time I disappear for a day or two, it just happens to be the time you decide to post 2 or 3 times a day. I’ll be sure to sit by my computer and hit F5 every 10 minutes from now on. Forever. Or set up text message alerts? Email alerts? Alarms?
But you’re right, that did sum it up quite well.
i should set up some sort of alarm system for my blog. or maybe it can be like the tornado warning thing that goes off every night in cherry valley. or the radio thing… beep. sorry, no crisis. i just posted a blog. go back to your r&b
By “actually platonic”, do you mean latin platonic, chaste but deep love transcending mortal life? Or Plato’s platonic, masculine eros channelled into intellectual and emotional spheres. Or do you mean modern platonic, hanging out and being pals with guys who have sublimated crushes on you? Just curious!
haha.. yea i guess option 3. although i beg to differ with that definition a little bit. everybody seems to say that you can never be platonic friends, but i’ve had several in my life. some of which i know think of me like a sister. others, subliminal crush perhaps. but you can always tell.
Atta girl. Thanks for keeping it real. Implied within the definition of platonic is not just an absence of romantic involvement but a sublimation of desire, which I think is ironic considered how the word is bandied about by hot girls explaining how all their “pals” are guys.
Also by hot I wasn’t referring to you.
I couldn’t hear the alarm in Cherry Valley because my new love palace is a solid hour away. Maybe if you just wrote me love letters each time a blog was posted…
michael. aw, you really know how to charm a girl. “by hot i wasn’t referring to you…” SO SWEET
brandon. i could fashion letters of sorts. OR i could just get fed up and log into my myspace for the first time in 8 months and demand that you come back
I guess you can stick with what you know works…
Wait! That’s not right. What I originally wrote was “Also by hot I was not referring to you SPECIFICALLY”. Stupid spam filter!
nice attempt at making it right. too bad it DiDNT WORK! and i’m so insecure that a comment like that from an anonymous person i’ve never met is enough to send me into a downward spiral of depression
Gotcha.
I’m glad that your ego orientation is strong enough to withstand the comic misfortunes of such a mix up and hope that we can remain internet friends.
Though if the reverse is true I completely understand as it has been my experience that the hottest girls for some reason are very sensitive to completely accidental and unintentional computer generated slips relating to their appearance.
Its true that I have no charm as I have traditionally relied heavily on my looks, but that is still no excuse.
Also I checked again and what I initially wrote was “Also by hot I was not referring to youtube”, which really makes no sense so that’s probably why they spam filtered it.
alright, mike. can i call u mike? ok then. literally nothing can offend me. just so you know. and no comments regarding my looks, personality or otherwise would ever make me think differently about myself even for one moment. so no worries here. be all the insensitive you want. 😉
Sweet! I knew it! Plus I just moved up from “anonymous person you’ve never met” to Mike, which is like a promotion.
In the interest of full disclosure, however, in truth I’m actually very charming.
if you don’t promote people every now and then they quit. and then there i am trying to run a secondhand clothing shop with no employees. wait. thats not my life.
Now I want a salary increase and a title, like “Executive VP” or something…
ok, now you’ve gone and pissed me off michael. thats right. its back to michael
Since you are po’ed I’m going to let you have the last word on this one…