Physically we couldn't be different, artistically we couldn't be more different, our public manners are totally different, yet this Nazi/Aryan types likes me as a friend.
They're homophobic, I'm not, they're standard classical male dress, I'm not, at least not when in seclusion or safe/relaxed environment.
They use brass crude language, I do not (at least not when sober and in public)
We are both single though, and of the same sex.
It's just a odd mix.
I sometimes have a softer 'fem' side, they do not.
Our skin tones are a bit different.
We basically have nothing in common on the surface, yet they like me, reside in me, love chatting on the phone with me about blue collar stuff, daily stuff. I'm not a phone talker type, I don't like talking on phone for over 5 minutes usually.
I think I do know what level we connect on in that I can kind of see where we're both kind of outcast even amongst the groups we're suppose to fit in with.
But me, maybe more so than them, in that I think they could fit into their group better than I could mine.
But if that were the case why are they pretty much a loner like myself?
And according to what I hear from them, there's not much loyalty amongst older skin head types, just betrayal.
Even older skin head types begin to think and ponder about their lives when they get older, I guess.
They'll never completely change, and the only reason why we get a long is cause , wait they're calling me now.
The Nazi guy wants to go out and eat at a public place tomorrow.
I don't like going out on T-Day for one, and for two even if I did I doubt I'd want to go out and eat with him at a public place.
They kind of remind me of my dad in that people like them like to go out to public places to eat, yet while there are very grumpy and like to complain a lot, and order the hired workers around and talk to them like servants.
My dad wasn't a Nazi, but still had that same 'Every body is out to get me' type of mentality.
I don't like going out with people like that cause they embarrass you, especially depending on whom you're sitting by.
Like my father use to do, this Nazi guy can blurt out rude stuff suddenly, racial stuff, sexually offensive stuff that most people with manners understand is inappropriate.
Then what happens is Nazi guy creates environment of hostility and is then surprised when people act hostile back towards them.
I don't really know why I'm their friend, you have to have a lot of patients to be friends with a Nazi racist type.
There are a few redeeming qualities I suppose, about them, but not many.
They say, text, things around and to me that others would be offended by, but I'm more of a 'I know what you mean and not what you say' type of person.
If not for me I doubt they'd really have any friend, but oddly enough vice versa.
I don't really have any friends either, but for different reasons.
But unlike them, I'm generally a much more positive soul, much kinder, and 'God based', which means I forgive, and don't look for fault in others.
They're just the opposite, so again, just not sure why we connect, I guess cause deep down inside of both of us there's a void somewhere, a gulf, emptiness.
Racist Nazi guy kind of reminds me of character in that movie 'Dallas Buyers Club'
Yep, they remind me of this super duper racist, homophobic guy in this movie the 'Dallas buyers club' (based on true life events).
Of super duper racist type who contracts HIV, then it turns into aids, and they're abandoned by their other super duper racist friends, and really has no one to turn to but the 'alternative culture'.
A mixed bag of people who are use to embracing 'different'.
But at first was cruel and mean, then slowly grows fond of a few (also they're his main costumers) as he gets rich selling alternative drug treatment to AZT or something, that was killing people off instead of curing them.
Very good movie.
But my life isn't a movie, and I'm not paid to be this guys phycologist.
I was shopping, in grocery store...ring ring, I answered since I ignored earlier calls.
Good grief...trying to shop, left ear piece at home, was frustrating.
And I like to talk to people while out, other customers, cashiers, and couldn't cause was on the phone with them as they told me who they didn't like, who they wanted revenge on ect ect...they were just blowing off steam and needed someone to listen.
But when they call they never ask 'Can you talk', instead just launch right in on their own personal issues.
I'm just so nice...seems no matter what I'm nice...
And hardcore people seem to like that.
I'm nice, I listen, and don't judge or try to correct, rather I try to correct through example.
I was depressed earlier today, still am, but they would never know that.
So even while depressed, I sit there and listen.
And sometimes I go off on my on tangents.
Nothing ends well in this world, no matter what people say, if you think it does just visit a nursing home sometime.
Nothing ends well in this world for anyone, unless you consider illness, old age and death a good ending.
So I guess live while you can, mean something to those you mean something to while you can, cause in the end, we're all atomic star dust.
I need to go to the doctor soon.
Can't stand walk in clinics, waiting rooms, cause most there are fat, and moochers of the system, where as I visit doctors maybe once every 5-8 years, and only if something persist.
Hate public waiting rooms, hate being around moochers of the system that in any other country would probably be dead by now if in current shape.