I feel it's better to love oneself than to hate oneself. (Most of that, of course, rises from the fact that if someone is at peace with themselves, I don't have to be up at 3:00 in the morning, talking them through a rough experience that a more confident person might've shrugged off. It's an experience I enjoy, don't get me wrong, but with the number of demands my life makes on me, these days, I figure it would be wisest to get what sleep I can, when I can.)Desler wrote:Well said. I'm also very egotistical, which is why I tend to shift a lot of conversations to my favorite subject, me. But really, the 'analysis' of you was just a blind guess based entirely on probability of motive (in other words, theory), but not fact. I'd have to have any number of conversations with you to even begin to understand what kind of person you really were, and even then, it would be an incomplete picture entirely because you never get an accurate picture of someone off the internet. I have a ton of closets in my skeleton that I won't be sharing with any of you guys any time soon. The beauty of the internet, you only reveal what you want people to see.Kaoru wrote: Do you smell peanut butter? I smell peanut butter. It seems to have eaten all the text that was here.
So your egotism doesn't bother me, that much. I mean, if we were talking, and you continued to do it when I or anyone else clearly wanted to discuss something else, yeah, it might get a little grating. But as is, I still stand by the 'Whatever you've done wrong, (As much as that may be), you've done a lot right, and deserve to be a little proud.' Feel free to psychoanalyze me, though. I'd like to see what you come up with, if we ever actually get to talking. Even if, yeah, you'll only be seeing what I want you to see.
Heh. Good luck with that! If you believe everything people say to you, then I already have certain underworld families who shall go unnamed watching me, to see if I'll slip up and leave myself open to a 'hit', and a semi-professional assassin waiting for me to actually reach a position of true power, just in case I become corrupt enough to need a bullet 'twixt the eyes. But that's just if you believe what folks threaten you with. Whether sexuality is an issue or not for the politicians of the future, however...I honestly don't think I'd take a male partner.Mr wrote:Kill you? No. I'll assassinate you, obviously.
I was actually thinking that you may have said that. And I can understand sexuality being an issue there. Hopefully that will change, at some point, but you're probably right. And it makes sense that, since gender is insignificant, you could choose the one that would make your life easier. Also, the government needs less homophobes. And in general, I think that a politician is a respectable choice... IF you aren't a jerk. I'd say that you're probably not, though Don't do retarded stuff, don't lie about it after you do retarded stuff, and politely decline flights on private jets, and I'm behind you 100% ^_^
I like guys, don't get me wrong. But what I want out of my personal life really precludes (barring some serious medical advancements) a husband. I want a wife, even if she's not beautiful, who I can both love and respect, and who will support me and allow me to support her. And I want a whole god-damn flock of children who look like the both of us. And I want a house in the hills, and a job on the coast, and a pool in the back...Nawww, sorry, I'll stop quoting The New World now, haha. Still, I intend to be the best politician I can. It's not a job I want for the power or the attention (Though I'm honest enough to admit, those are motivators, for me), I want it because the real people who can do some good in this country are the politicians, or the movie-stars. (Since my brief stint on American Idol didn't quite go anywhere, I suppose that just leaves me with option numero uno!)
Drat. It sounds like Desler doesn't want to open up his empty body-cavities for us. We'll just have to look elsewhere, Mister...Mr wrote:ROFL
I don't know if you meant to phrase it that way, but you've made that saying incredibly hilarious, and I will probably say it that way from now on.
Oh, and, uh... serious dramatic stuff. Yes. Very important.
I, too, enjoy figuring out who a person is. And while I typically don't like to boast, I will say that I tend to be fairly accurate when making guesses, even with very little to go by. I typically do that, however, not usually for sport, but for figuring out how to talk to a person. Everyone talks differently depending on their company, but I like to be very precise with it. The ways in which one uses words to say something can dramatically effect the meaning of something. It can also effect how a person perceives something, while leaving the meaning the same.
Heh, but on a more serious note. I do that, too. I, too, think of it as a form of subtle manipulation. And I don't really like it, but it's not something I do consciously. I am quick to judge, if also quick to forgive, and it's something I've been trying to work on for a long time. The problem is, I don't really have much of a reason to stop myself. I'm not going to say I'm 'never wrong' - that'd be an obvious falsehood. But I'm wrong such a small percentage of the time that I'm easily able to catch myself, when I am.
I don't know if others would consider this sort of activity to be 'wrong', but, really, it's one of the tricks employed by KGB (Well, former KGB, now, I suppose...) agents and various other secret services the world over - you take the measure of someone, and you act in such a way as to ingratiate them to you. People will come to like you, they will relax around you, they will treat you better, trust you more, and reveal more.
And if you do it well enough, without actually agreeing to anything, you can give the other person the impression that you agree with them on all of the pertinent and important issues they believe in. That's some powerful mojo, there, but it works. And it's dangerous, in the wrong hands, because you hold power over someone when they think of you like that. (We'll 'ave to make sure Desler never gets this, then! )
It's funny. I've sort've had this habit of accidentally... I don't know what you'd call it, actually. Propagandists would call it 'Turning straight men gay', I'd like to call it 'Showing people what they always felt, inside', but I'm sure the truth is somewhere in-between. I don't mean homophobes who are closeted homosexuals themselves, either - those folks who act more because they're ashamed of what they are, secretly, than anything else. I mean just regular, assuredly heterosexual individuals who stop being so assuredly heterosexual after they've spent some time around me. Ahem. <.<Mr wrote:And we were still on very good terms after that. We still are, but have since gone our separate ways. And I've long since moved on, but still I subconsciously <3 him, anyway It makes me giggly to remind myself of it.
It makes me giggle to think of it. Your situation, though, doesn't make me giggly. Merely because I'm in the midst of a little problem like that, myself... (Long, long story, very complicated story, but the basics are, there's this guy who's got both law and computer science under his belt, and with that sort've experience, he's also going to take a political shot, eventually. We may even end up running against one another, depending. He's also a close friend of mine, a wonderful fellow, and I love him.
Only I don't. See? I told you it was complicated.)
EDIT: Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention the 'problem'. He and I have talked about it (We're adults, I mean, we can handle that sort of conversation!) and neither of us can actually imagine what a romantic relationship would be like, with the other. To say nothing of the image we both have to project. But that's enough of that.
EDIT 2: Longpost is looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong, as they say.