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Aug. 15th, 2011
Upcoming reviews on this journal include Batman: The Brave And The Bold - Season Two - Part One, Star Trek: Voyager Season Four, Star Trek: Voyager Season Five, Star Trek: Voyager Season Six, Star Trek: Voyager Season Seven, Star Trek: Enterprise Season One and Mirrormask.
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Aug. 15th, 2011 08:15 pmI'm fine, it's just been a busy couple of weeks. The good news: I got a Blu-Ray Player. The bad news: I talked to a friend on the phone I haven't spoken to in years and came to the unfortunate conclusion that I now loathe him.
Maybe it's just because you can't really go back to the friendships you had as kids when you're adults. But honestly? I think it's more to do with the fact that the majority of people I hung out with at my old school were scummy. I wasn't a hoodlum or anything, or had terrible taste in people, but bonding experiences are limited when you go to a school for troubled kids.
My old friend was always racist but I had always assumed that was because we were stupid kids and didn't know any better. Racial slurs were interchangable between kids (both black and white) at my old school without anyone really knowing the power they held. I didn't use them so much but I didn't have any problems with anyone who did, which should probably tell you how stupid I was as a kid. He didn't use any slurs exactly in the conversation but it was all Chinese guy this, Jewish Guy that, Mexican something or other. I actually feel a bit sorry for him. It's clear the guy doesn't have a filter and I don't really blame him for that.
It turns out he's been suffering from mental illness as an adult too, so I really sympathize with his situation. But it's hard to talk to someone from your past when all they want to do is relive cruel pranks and put-downs they played as kids vicariously through you. Add to the joy that this was long-distance and my friend talked non-stop for half an hour and you have a bad day.
The last time I had seen him, he was VERY troubled and I was concerned about him. He's spent some time in jail since then and been between jobs a lot. I am really worried about him because I know now that he will never grow up. He's in a phase of permanent adolescence and it's a darn shame. I called him back (he called my father) because I hoped against hope that since he was living in Philidelphia he might have gotten his life together and maybe settled down but it just turned out to be a waste of thirty minutes long distance.
I feel bad writing this because he was perfectly friendly to me and was eager to talk to me, but even though I was cordial and much friendlier than I was feeling it wasn't mutual. I don't know what I'll do if he calls again but if he leaves a message I probably won't call him back. This whole situation is depressing. It seems like everyone I knew as a kid's life has turned to complete crap.
Melissa's on vacation this week so I'm spending some time playfully aggravating the rest of the staff in her absence. Maybe I'm not so grown up after all.
Maybe it's just because you can't really go back to the friendships you had as kids when you're adults. But honestly? I think it's more to do with the fact that the majority of people I hung out with at my old school were scummy. I wasn't a hoodlum or anything, or had terrible taste in people, but bonding experiences are limited when you go to a school for troubled kids.
My old friend was always racist but I had always assumed that was because we were stupid kids and didn't know any better. Racial slurs were interchangable between kids (both black and white) at my old school without anyone really knowing the power they held. I didn't use them so much but I didn't have any problems with anyone who did, which should probably tell you how stupid I was as a kid. He didn't use any slurs exactly in the conversation but it was all Chinese guy this, Jewish Guy that, Mexican something or other. I actually feel a bit sorry for him. It's clear the guy doesn't have a filter and I don't really blame him for that.
It turns out he's been suffering from mental illness as an adult too, so I really sympathize with his situation. But it's hard to talk to someone from your past when all they want to do is relive cruel pranks and put-downs they played as kids vicariously through you. Add to the joy that this was long-distance and my friend talked non-stop for half an hour and you have a bad day.
The last time I had seen him, he was VERY troubled and I was concerned about him. He's spent some time in jail since then and been between jobs a lot. I am really worried about him because I know now that he will never grow up. He's in a phase of permanent adolescence and it's a darn shame. I called him back (he called my father) because I hoped against hope that since he was living in Philidelphia he might have gotten his life together and maybe settled down but it just turned out to be a waste of thirty minutes long distance.
I feel bad writing this because he was perfectly friendly to me and was eager to talk to me, but even though I was cordial and much friendlier than I was feeling it wasn't mutual. I don't know what I'll do if he calls again but if he leaves a message I probably won't call him back. This whole situation is depressing. It seems like everyone I knew as a kid's life has turned to complete crap.
Melissa's on vacation this week so I'm spending some time playfully aggravating the rest of the staff in her absence. Maybe I'm not so grown up after all.
