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As most of you know, I only make threads when it counts. And today, I have a very good reason to create this.

Earlier in the afternoon (about 3:30 PM), me and my dad decided to ride our bikes. I left before he did, and a friend (a recent friend; just started talking to him a few weeks ago) stopped by me in the street. We talked for a few seconds, then he continued to walk down the street... The street my dad happened to just get on.

So, my dad finally meets up with my a ways down the road, and he tells me about this "really skinny tall guy". I tell him that he's a friend of mine... Everything seems okay.

Until just about two hours ago. Apparently, because said friend wears tight jeans and a Doors t-shirt, he's automatically homosexual. I couldn't tell him that he has a steady girlfriend (who drives him home from school from time to time), as nothing gets in my dad's head, because he's one of those people who is always right, no matter what.

And it didn't end there. Since he wears a Doors shirt, he's also a heroin and cocaine addict! I couldn't tell him that he doesn't even touch the shit (though he smokes, and oddly enough, that wasn't even a bit of a problem with him)... You know the reason why, as I stated it above.

And then he began to go on and on (at least 45 minutes straight) about how I'm a "low-life", and that I'm "mentally ill and retarded" for not listening to his outright bullshit. On top of that, he tells me that once we get the house fixed up, I can "choose any friends I want"!

Obviously, since the guy's not a clean-cut, Christian homeboy, he's not fit to be my friend. I'd like all of you to know that when my dad was my age, all of his friends drank (this was before the drinking age became 18), smoked pot, and did various other drugs (cocaine being the most prominent; my uncle tells me that dear old dad was hooked on the stuff). Also take note that my dad says he's an out-and-out Atheist, yet he always makes references to the bible, calls other non-religious people "idiots", and constantly tries to curse people he dislikes (no, I'm not making this shit up).

So, I've been told to "stay away from him". And guess what? That's not gonna happen. He's a good guy who's actually a lot like me, and his friends aren't much different (and he lives just down the street --- that's pretty uncommon). And if pops has a shitter over it, I'll just get my own bank account and vacate this shithole. And you can bet your life that I'll be telling my relatives about my dad's little "insights", and I'll sure as shit be telling the friend he seems to hate so much.


It appears that old Pot is entering a whole new world of problems.

See? That’s why straight guys shouldn’t wear tight jeans. I mean, Jesus, how do you get comfortable?

My sympathies.
Sounds entirely too much like my father.

Ouch...

I know how you feel (only I'm normally the target of the prejudice). Any guy with a mohawk is automatically a stoner and a satanist around here, so parents act like I'm some sort of disease (never mind that I'm a straigtedger and a humanist).

In my experience, the only way to get them to shut up is to either show them up intellectually, or to show them up morally. Both are probably out of the question in this case, so it's just a waiting game.

I hope you have hope of getting away soon. :(

Ouch...

I know how you feel (only I'm normally the target of the prejudice). Any guy with a mohawk is automatically a stoner and a satanist around here, so parents act like I'm some sort of disease (never mind that I'm a straigtedger and a humanist).

In my experience, the only way to get them to shut up is to either show them up intellectually, or to show them up morally. Both are probably out of the question in this case, so it's just a waiting game.

I hope you have hope of getting away soon. :(

Ugh, tell me about it. My dad fucking knows me, and since I don't shave all the time (once a week, usually once every other week), I'm a "hippie grunge low-life". And before I had a haircut, I was a "piece of communist trash".

The sad thing is, there's no way of showing him up morally or intellectually. See, since he scored a 189 on an IQ test (for which he had a complete study book that basically gave him the answers), he's never wrong, and he's morally above everyone else (seriously --- he's put himself on the fricking highest pedestal...).

If you even so much as talk back to him to try and make a point when he's bawling you out, he starts screaming even louder, and he tries to punch you in the stomach (he did that once before; luckily I was holding a box of cookies that absorbed most of the blow).

We'll have to see what goes down, though. I don't see much good coming in the next week or so.

My sympathies.
Sounds entirely too much like my father.

Yeah, seeing as they both grew up in "Old Texas", that's not surprising. And pops has a special place in his heart for me, since I speak like I'm from the Northeast (most of you know that I grew up around New Englanders).

I'll come right out and say it: I fucking hate him. There, it's out in the open. Woohoo.

Some people are just that narrow-minded unfortunately.

Some people are just that narrow-minded unfortunately.

It doesn't end with people.

He knows that my computer eminates a strong force that makes him sick! I'm serious, here. He actually has it in his head that my computer actually does that.

It doesn't end with people.

He knows that my computer eminates a strong force that makes him sick! I'm serious, here. He actually has it in his head that my computer actually does that.

Damn. Thats one helluva pooter you got there.

Damn. Thats one helluva pooter you got there.

Oh yeah, it's certified unsafe by the EPA. Total soot belcher.

i was convinced you were going to say that your dad accidentally ran your friend over after he had stopped you in the street.

Just don't reach for that gun.

On another note, you are free to choose your friends, but not your family. Regardless on where in the world you live.

i was convinced you were going to say that your dad accidentally ran your friend over after he had stopped you in the street.

Don't put that out of the realm of possibility. The man is definitely capable of stooping just that low.

Just don't reach for that gun.

On another note, you are free to choose your friends, but not your family. Regardless on where in the world you live.

1: Heh, I'm not even close to being that kind of person. I happen to work so I can pay the bills and buy food, mainly to keep my dad in good condition. But I've just about had enough, and I don't think I can keep helping my dad much longer.

2: True, but I can always move to the Northeast (NYC seems good enough) and never call. Then, when he dies, I can choose to not attend his funeral.

Obviously, since the guy's not a clean-cut, Christian homeboy, he's not fit to be my friend.

You have a problem with Christians?

You have a problem with Christians?

No no no. That wasn't the context of the sentence.

Read it over; you obviously missed my intent with that one. It has to do with him being a complete hypocrite.

You know, its funny what appearances can do.

I drink, snort, roll, trip, smoke (not cigs though), and then through in a few muscle relaxants and pain killers, but because I'm in the military, clean cut, fit, and a hard worker everyone thinks I'm an angel. Parents love me when women bring me home, never mind I picked their daughter up in a bar at 3:00 AM the night before, and I even teach Sunday school classes on occasion. Whenever I manage to make it to church. Which happens about 3 times a year.


So, maybe you people should groom. Then everyone will think you're a good boy. ;)

No no no. That wasn't the context of the sentence.

Read it over; you obviously missed my intent with that one. It has to do with him being a complete hypocrite.

Oh, my bad.

Sorry, I'm just tired of people on NSG bashing Christians at every opportunity...

hang on, aren't you like 16 or less even? how come you're working to keep your dad in food and stuff? sounds like he should be committed and you get back to school.

<SNIP>

You're dad doesn't hate him for any of the before mentioned reasons. He hates him because your friend is emo.

You could really piss your dad off and, when he gets done telling you how you're such a low-life and retarded and gay and a druggie, calmy reply, "It could be worse. I could be just like you."

I got in trouble a lot when I was a kid.

My dad is a satanist in a maximum security prison for escaping a minumum security prison on drug charges. :D

You're dad doesn't hate him for any of the before mentioned reasons. He hates him because your friend is emo.
Agreed. Emos bring out the worst in everyone. I bet that dude’s girlfriend is fat.

As most of you know, I only make threads when it counts. And today, I have a very good reason to create this.

Earlier in the afternoon (about 3:30 PM), me and my dad decided to ride our bikes. I left before he did, and a friend (a recent friend; just started talking to him a few weeks ago) stopped by me in the street. We talked for a few seconds, then he continued to walk down the street... The street my dad happened to just get on.

So, my dad finally meets up with my a ways down the road, and he tells me about this "really skinny tall guy". I tell him that he's a friend of mine... Everything seems okay.

Until just about two hours ago. Apparently, because said friend wears tight jeans and a Doors t-shirt, he's automatically homosexual. I couldn't tell him that he has a steady girlfriend (who drives him home from school from time to time), as nothing gets in my dad's head, because he's one of those people who is always right, no matter what.

And it didn't end there. Since he wears a Doors shirt, he's also a heroin and cocaine addict! I couldn't tell him that he doesn't even touch the shit (though he smokes, and oddly enough, that wasn't even a bit of a problem with him)... You know the reason why, as I stated it above.

And then he began to go on and on (at least 45 minutes straight) about how I'm a "low-life", and that I'm "mentally ill and retarded" for not listening to his outright bullshit. On top of that, he tells me that once we get the house fixed up, I can "choose any friends I want"!

Obviously, since the guy's not a clean-cut, Christian homeboy, he's not fit to be my friend. I'd like all of you to know that when my dad was my age, all of his friends drank (this was before the drinking age became 18), smoked pot, and did various other drugs (cocaine being the most prominent; my uncle tells me that dear old dad was hooked on the stuff). Also take note that my dad says he's an out-and-out Atheist, yet he always makes references to the bible, calls other non-religious people "idiots", and constantly tries to curse people he dislikes (no, I'm not making this shit up).

So, I've been told to "stay away from him". And guess what? That's not gonna happen. He's a good guy who's actually a lot like me, and his friends aren't much different (and he lives just down the street --- that's pretty uncommon). And if pops has a shitter over it, I'll just get my own bank account and vacate this shithole. And you can bet your life that I'll be telling my relatives about my dad's little "insights", and I'll sure as shit be telling the friend he seems to hate so much.


It appears that old Pot is entering a whole new world of problems.

Well, Pot, you've got my support. I'm lucky that I don't have to deal with that kind of shit from my dad. The most I get is when he'll occasionally mention how annoying it is that I do not have a spiritual part to my life. Other than that, we get along quite well.

Oh, my bad.

Sorry, I'm just tired of people on NSG bashing Christians at every opportunity...

Is it that, or is it that Christians make themselves easy targets?


To the OP:

If your Dad wants to be a prick, let him.

If nothing else, it means he cares about you.
However, hang out with your friend anyway.

In school, my best friends family hated my guts.
Especially his older brother.

These days, I joke and say he's the "President of my Fan Club", but the truth is that the guy probably barely remembers me at all.

Nobody can, or should choose youre friends for you.

You're the evil.
How disgraceful a son you are.
Your dear repentant dad try to avoid you the bad ways he took when younger.
The wonderful man trying to help his son.

And the brigand to say his dad is quiet a bad man !!!

Shame on you.
In our country you would be punish, flagellation.

Pray, young man, pray.

You're the evil.
How disgraceful a son you are.
Your dear repentant dad try to avoid you the bad ways he took when younger.
The wonderful man trying to help his son.

And the brigand to say his dad is quiet a bad man !!!

Shame on you.
In our country you would be punish, flagellation.

Pray, young man, pray.

Oh dear.....the loonie is back:rolleyes:

You're the evil.
How disgraceful a son you are.
Your dear repentant dad try to avoid you the bad ways he took when younger.
The wonderful man trying to help his son.

And the brigand to say his dad is quiet a bad man !!!

Shame on you.
In our country you would be punish, flagellation.

Pray, young man, pray.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Becuase your mine...I walk the line.

I find it very very easy to be true.
I find myself alone when each days through.
Yes, I'll admit, that Im a fool for you.
Becuase your mine, I walk the line.

As sure night is dark, and day is light.
I keep you on my mind both day and night.
and happiness Ive known proves that its right.
Becuase your mine, I walk the line.

You've got a way, to keep me on your side.
You give me cuase, for love that I cant hide.
For you I know, I'd even try to turn the tide.
Becuase your mine, I walk the line.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Becuase your mine...I walk the line.

You know, its funny what appearances can do.

I drink, snort, roll, trip, smoke (not cigs though), and then through in a few muscle relaxants and pain killers, but because I'm in the military, clean cut, fit, and a hard worker everyone thinks I'm an angel. Parents love me when women bring me home, never mind I picked their daughter up in a bar at 3:00 AM the night before, and I even teach Sunday school classes on occasion. Whenever I manage to make it to church. Which happens about 3 times a year.


So, maybe you people should groom. Then everyone will think you're a good boy. ;)

In the military and doing all those illegal drugs? Exactly how do you get by the semi-annual drug screenings? Just curious.

You're dad doesn't hate him for any of the before mentioned reasons. He hates him because your friend is emo.

?

You're the evil.
How disgraceful a son you are.
Your dear repentant dad try to avoid you the bad ways he took when younger.
The wonderful man trying to help his son.

And the brigand to say his dad is quiet a bad man !!!

Shame on you.
In our country you would be punish, flagellation.

Pray, young man, pray.

LOL. I like you, you're funny :fluffle:

Well Potarius it seems like your dad can't be reasoned with. Has he ever heard the old saying that "you can choose your friends but not your family"?

Pot, I thought you were moving out to your sister's. I don't know, it seems like you have a complicated balancing act to manage if you don't want outright violent hostilities to break out in your house. Basically, leave as soon as you can, and till then, make hte best of a bad situation. keep your friends if you can, but staying safe is more important.

You're dad doesn't hate him for any of the before mentioned reasons. He hates him because your friend is emo.

Of course, you can support that statement. So support it now, or kindly stop being a dick.

Mark my words, your dad is STILL doing cocaine. To be that crazy, he'd have to be on it.

I'm sorry :(

I was really lucky to have good parents. Now that I'm at college, I miss them terribly. :(

At least you are turning out well, despite your dad's negative influence, though. :fluffle:

Well Potarius it seems like your dad can't be reasoned with. Has he ever heard the old saying that "you can choose your friends but not your family"?

1: He definitely can't be reasoned with. I could write a dozen or more pages of print that would show you exactly why this is, but since I'm in a rather neutral mood at the moment, you'll just have to take my word for it. :p

2: I'm sure he has. Of course I can't choose who my dad is, but I can choose to not attend his funeral...

Pot, I thought you were moving out to your sister's. I don't know, it seems like you have a complicated balancing act to manage if you don't want outright violent hostilities to break out in your house. Basically, leave as soon as you can, and till then, make hte best of a bad situation. keep your friends if you can, but staying safe is more important.

I'll just have to say that the whole thing about me moving in with my sister was a long time ago... A lot can happen in a day, and my sister getting pregnant is one of the worst things possible, as far as that option is concerned. I'm happy for her and all, but I'm not going to be the kid's dad, which is exactly what I'd be if I moved in with her. Not that it would be a bad thing, but hey, it's her kid, not mine.

I'm currently in the process of working the situation out smoothly (which seems to be my thing). My dad's only problem with the guy is that he thinks he's a drugged-up hippie, and that couldn't be any further from the truth. I already know how to show him what he and all of his friends are like, though I'm not exactly sure when the right time will come.

Mark my words, your dad is STILL doing cocaine. To be that crazy, he'd have to be on it.

Nah, but the after-effects of doing lots of it decades ago are still pretty apparent. He has the tell-tale stuffy sound in his voice (though it's nowhere near as bad as Chris Rock's), and he has dried blood in his nose pretty often.

He's not a terrible person, but he is a hell of a hypocrite at times. He can also be the most frustrating assface on the planet, though that's not 100% of the time.

I'm sorry :(

I was really lucky to have good parents. Now that I'm at college, I miss them terribly. :(

At least you are turning out well, despite your dad's negative influence, though. :fluffle:

1: Seems like I've gotten a pretty steady response here. :p

2: It's funny, isn't it? Those of us who grow up with crappy parents don't get the pain of homesickness when we finally move on, but we'll always have "those" memories.

3: I can't say for sure if I'd be a different person with or without his negative influence. Thanks to his influence on me, I'm very capable of standing up to others, no matter how nasty they might get (because nobody is nastier or louder than my dad, and I guarantee that). Of course, I also keep to myself a lot, thanks to his influence. Again, another double-edged sword.

As most of you know, I only make threads when it counts. And today, I have a very good reason to create this.

Earlier in the afternoon (about 3:30 PM), me and my dad decided to ride our bikes. I left before he did, and a friend (a recent friend; just started talking to him a few weeks ago) stopped by me in the street. We talked for a few seconds, then he continued to walk down the street... The street my dad happened to just get on.

So, my dad finally meets up with my a ways down the road, and he tells me about this "really skinny tall guy". I tell him that he's a friend of mine... Everything seems okay.

Until just about two hours ago. Apparently, because said friend wears tight jeans and a Doors t-shirt, he's automatically homosexual. I couldn't tell him that he has a steady girlfriend (who drives him home from school from time to time), as nothing gets in my dad's head, because he's one of those people who is always right, no matter what.

And it didn't end there. Since he wears a Doors shirt, he's also a heroin and cocaine addict! I couldn't tell him that he doesn't even touch the shit (though he smokes, and oddly enough, that wasn't even a bit of a problem with him)... You know the reason why, as I stated it above.

And then he began to go on and on (at least 45 minutes straight) about how I'm a "low-life", and that I'm "mentally ill and retarded" for not listening to his outright bullshit. On top of that, he tells me that once we get the house fixed up, I can "choose any friends I want"!

Obviously, since the guy's not a clean-cut, Christian homeboy, he's not fit to be my friend. I'd like all of you to know that when my dad was my age, all of his friends drank (this was before the drinking age became 18), smoked pot, and did various other drugs (cocaine being the most prominent; my uncle tells me that dear old dad was hooked on the stuff). Also take note that my dad says he's an out-and-out Atheist, yet he always makes references to the bible, calls other non-religious people "idiots", and constantly tries to curse people he dislikes (no, I'm not making this shit up).

So, I've been told to "stay away from him". And guess what? That's not gonna happen. He's a good guy who's actually a lot like me, and his friends aren't much different (and he lives just down the street --- that's pretty uncommon). And if pops has a shitter over it, I'll just get my own bank account and vacate this shithole. And you can bet your life that I'll be telling my relatives about my dad's little "insights", and I'll sure as shit be telling the friend he seems to hate so much.


It appears that old Pot is entering a whole new world of problems.retort back saying... Didn't Jesus walk among the sinners, samaritans, and gentiles alike? Healing the sick and spreading God's word? How can the word be spread if we don't reach out to those who haven't heard the word?

Guh... I can hardly stand my dad either. He has to be right, and he has to be in control. It's really irritating...

Pot, I thought you were moving out to your sister's. I don't know, it seems like you have a complicated balancing act to manage if you don't want outright violent hostilities to break out in your house. Basically, leave as soon as you can, and till then, make hte best of a bad situation. keep your friends if you can, but staying safe is more important.

I couldn't second this more. So even though the plan with your sister fell through, you still should try to get through life with your dad as unscathed as possible and get yourself out of there as soon as feasible.

IIRC, you're 18, right? So I'm guessing you'll finish high school soon? So, seriously, try to get a job or a scholarship to a college and move out.

My mom was (well, is) kinda like that, except much, much less screwed up - which is saying something, believe me.

The most important thing is to not let him drag you down, to just look at him as you would look at any other person exhibiting somewhat not so sane character traits and behaviour, and to accept that you can't help him/fix him/make him understand - it's neither your job nor is it possible.
The first two things are damn hard to do when you still live at home, the third one will be damn hard to do all your life no matter how far away you move, but it's all you can do to keep your own sanity and happiness. :/

retort back saying... Didn't Jesus walk among the sinners, samaritans, and gentiles alike? Healing the sick and spreading God's word? How can the word be spread if we don't reach out to those who haven't heard the word?

Heh, you missed the context of that one, too. Read that part over again; it's not an anti-Christian statement. I'm just stating that my dad is unbelievably hypocritical in that sense.

I couldn't second this more. So even though the plan with your sister fell through, you still should try to get through life with your dad as unscathed as possible and get yourself out of there as soon as feasible.

IIRC, you're 18, right? So I'm guessing you'll finish high school soon? So, seriously, try to get a job or a scholarship to a college and move out.

My mom was (well, is) kinda like that, except much, much less screwed up - which is saying something, believe me.

The most important thing is to not let him drag you down, to just look at him as you would look at any other person exhibiting somewhat not so sane character traits and behaviour, and to accept that you can't help him/fix him/make him understand - it's neither your job nor is it possible.
The first two things are damn hard to do when you still live at home, the third one will be damn hard to do all your life no matter how far away you move, but it's all you can do to keep your own sanity and happiness. :/

1: There are a lot of paths I can take (I'm not exactly stupid... I can visualise events in my mind before they unfold, and watch them happen exactly as I envisioned; though I never think of just one outcome for any situation). As time moves on, things change. Nothing is ever really certain, so I'll just have to keep floating down the river until I reach a point where I can get off.

2: Yeah, I'm 18. I also have a job ($8 an hour cleaning houses and offices). I'll be buying the rest of my High School correspondence soon so I can finally graduate, then I'll be checking out Harvard (I'm quite confident that I'll be able to get in).

3: Haha, I believe you. I know of many parents like my dad, though they're not nearly as screwy. It's nothing too uncommon.

4: I realised that he was "off" a while back, and I've made peace with that... And there's really nothing that can truly bring me down, as I'm too optimistic for that to happen. And I'm optimistic for a reason, as I know that I can do anything I set my mind on. And no one can tell me otherwise.

I think you'd love NYC. Be warned: the rents are ferocious.


Better to try one of the outer boroughs (Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, parts of the Bronx).

Wow, if i were you, i'd stop pitying myself and be glad that you don't have real problems in your life.

Heh, you missed the context of that one, too. Read that part over again; it's not an anti-Christian statement. I'm just stating that my dad is unbelievably hypocritical in that sense.
I didn't say it was. however, if you "do not associate" with the sinners, how can you save them? ;)

basically, love the sinner, fight the sin.

1: Seems like I've gotten a pretty steady response here. :p

2: It's funny, isn't it? Those of us who grow up with crappy parents don't get the pain of homesickness when we finally move on, but we'll always have "those" memories.


youll always miss the dad he could have been.


i have no advice. its just very sad to me that a father could be that way to his son. he should be so proud of you. if someday he can stop being such an ass to you, i hope you are still able to give him a chance at real father/son relationship. i dont know if i could.

I think you'd love NYC. Be warned: the rents are ferocious.


Better to try one of the outer boroughs (Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, parts of the Bronx).

I know a few peeps from NYC, and they're great. They say that it's a really good place to live in, but not so much to visit just for a week or so. Oh, and they're from Brooklyn (snooty Manhattanites can kiss my rump).

Speaking of the boroughs, I actually looked up some renovated apartments for rent. I found some that caught my eye for just $600 - $800 a month, which would totally be in my price range. Manhattan has totally outrageous rent prices, seeing as a friend of my sister's lives on the upper East side close to Harlem. It's in an old walk-up with no elevator and no air conditioning, her apartment is only about 345 square feet, and the rent is close to $2,000 a month. Insane, eh?

I didn't say it was. however, if you "do not associate" with the sinners, how can you save them? ;)

basically, love the sinner, fight the sin.

Ah, sorry... I'm the one who misread in this instance. :p

Yeah, I see what you mean now. And that's basically what I've been doing for the past few years.

You know, its funny what appearances can do.

I drink, snort, roll, trip, smoke (not cigs though), and then through in a few muscle relaxants and pain killers, but because I'm in the military, clean cut, fit, and a hard worker everyone thinks I'm an angel. Parents love me when women bring me home, never mind I picked their daughter up in a bar at 3:00 AM the night before, and I even teach Sunday school classes on occasion. Whenever I manage to make it to church. Which happens about 3 times a year.


So, maybe you people should groom. Then everyone will think you're a good boy. ;)

Let the bullshitting commence.

Oh, and they're from Brooklyn (snooty Manhattanites can kiss my rump).



The apple doesnt fall far from the tree. Just sayin...

The apple doesnt fall far from the tree. Just sayin...

That's true for people who acquire a lot of traits from a particular parent... Or a lot of bad traits from both parents.

I seem to have somehow acquired the best of both of my parents. I'm very nice and mellow, easy-going, and fun to be around, yet I'm not a hot-headed asshole, nor am I constantly suspicious of people "trying to get me". I'm also totally unaffected when somebody accidentally spills or breaks something, whereas my dad will scream and bawl you out for five minutes.

What you said is also true for people who aren't very intelligent. Thankfully, I'm not of that group.

Of course, you can support that statement. So support it now, or kindly stop being a dick.

Tight pants = Emo

Doors shirt = Emo

Automatic assumation someone is an athiest = Most probably emo

Stop being an idiot.

Tight pants = Emo

Doors shirt = Emo

Automatic assumation someone is an athiest = Most probably emo

Stop being an idiot.

I can't quite tell if you're being sarcastic, as I have "talked" (as much as one can talk to another on a forum) with you enough to really know your posting habits. Sarcasm or not, I'll bite.


1: How so? He thinks they look good on him, and hey, they definitely fit his body type. Let's just say that more relaxed pants wouldn't look right on him.

2: Yeah, Classic Rock is so Emo.

3: So, my dad assuming that he's an atheist makes the guy an Emo? Heh.


Now, getting to reality... The guy and his friends certainly aren't of the "Emo" type. They're pretty outgoing and (very) nice, they don't do drugs (some smoke, but that's it), and they're not exactly at a loss for words when it comes to conversation. I don't exactly remember any of them whining about how shitty the world is, or how shitty most people are, either. They're super mellow, too.

Of course, I've noticed that you seem to post just that somewhat often. Why, I even remember you talking about how you keep to yourself, and that you don't let people come up and talk to you.

Oh, and you cut yourself. So, everyone else is Emo, eh?



Keep in mind that I don't much care for people who hijack serious threads, especially when they're my threads. Don't push it, else I'll do a bit of reporting.

I can't quite tell if you're being sarcastic, as I have "talked" (as much as one can talk to another on a forum) with you enough to really know your posting habits. Sarcasm or not, I'll bite.


1: How so? He thinks they look good on him, and hey, they definitely fit his body type. Let's just say that more relaxed pants wouldn't look right on him.

How much does he weigh?

2: Yeah, Classic Rock is so Emo.

It's not that it is emo, it's that emos want to act like they like classic rock.

3: So, my dad assuming that he's an atheist makes the guy an Emo? Heh.

Lets put it this way. Most adults don't know what emos are. They don't know they're faking the whole "dark" thing. So most emos are assumed athiests.


Now, getting to reality... The guy and his friends certainly aren't of the "Emo" type. They're pretty outgoing and (very) nice, they don't do drugs (some smoke, but that's it), and they're not exactly at a loss for words when it comes to conversation. I don't exactly remember any of them whining about how shitty the world is, or how shitty most people are, either. They're super mellow, too.

Of course, I've noticed that you seem to post just that somewhat often. Why, I even remember you talking about how you keep to yourself, and that you don't let people come up and talk to you.

Six. Months. Ago. Times change my friend, times change.

Oh, and you cut yourself. So, everyone else is Emo, eh?

Read above.

Keep in mind that I don't much care for people who hijack serious threads, especially when they're my threads. Don't push it, else I'll do a bit of reporting.

Woah woah woah. This is NOT a hijack. I was simply explaining to you why your dad hates your friend.

I don't feel like dividing this up. So I'm going to go boldy.

Stop being an idiot.
Stop flaming.

Tight pants = Emo

Doors shirt = Emo

Automatic assumation someone is an athiest = Most probably emo

Stop being an idiot.

tight pants = fashion over function preference or rapid growth of young man

doors shirt = probable doors fan

Stop flaming.

Meh. It was a response to a flame. Meh. Still my fault. Meh...

tight pants = fashion over function preference or rapid growth of young man

doors shirt = probable doors fan

I have learned quite differently than you, it seems.

tight pants = fashion over function preference or rapid growth of young man

doors shirt = probable doors fan

1: I'd lean towards the latter, seeing that he's about 6'2" and he's close to two years younger than I am.

2: That'd be my guess. :p

I have learned quite differently than you, it seems.

I blame localised cultural differences as well as generational ones. Neither of us actually need be wrong. Or right for that matter.

You're dad doesn't hate him for any of the before mentioned reasons. He hates him because your friend is emo.

Doors shirts aren't emo.

Now, Mohinder shirts on the other hand... ;)

Doors shirts aren't emo.

Quite.