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I went to Northbrook Court today to experience the Christmas shopping extravaganza (the community choir was there) and I was reminded of all the bad parts of my childhood: shopping in department stores with mother. I HATE department stores. Perfume comes in thick waves and displaces anything resembling breathable air. The sound of plastic hangers scraping across aluminum rods is an experience worse than Schoenberg's twelve-tone days, serving as a constant reminder that you are in the last place you want to be on a Saturday. The whole thing looks cheap and fake, with tons of glass, aluminum, laminated rock patterns, and clear caulk. The people are no better. Old ladies bicker with clerks about sales while heroin-chic trophy wives try on coats made for teenagers. Then there's me and every other guy in the department store. Sullen, walking without purpose, only really useful for an occasional nod or "no that makes you look like a bloated whale. i'm going to go play nintendo."
I have recently seen a lot of comedians do bits about married life, and they all seem to be the same. The enjoyment of such guy things as drinking beer, eating junk food, or watching sports gets shunted aside because of some needy female. It's like there's a conflict between acting like a lazy, spoiled, beer guzzling, nine-year-old boor or being an emasculated, whipped boyfriend/husband/dad.
While i resent the forced dichotomy, nothing brings it out in me like going to a Lord and Taylor. maybe i really am just a spoiled nine-year old in a 22 year old's body.
I saw my mother took a meyers-briggs personality test and got ESFJ, which besides extroversion makes us completely opposite. I think people who are "J"s are better at baking, with all the rules to follow, and "P"s are better at cooking, which was always more about improvising anyways.
My mother is going to Cancun for Christmas. I'm not sure what I'll be doing, though.
Probably burning down the house.
I have recently seen a lot of comedians do bits about married life, and they all seem to be the same. The enjoyment of such guy things as drinking beer, eating junk food, or watching sports gets shunted aside because of some needy female. It's like there's a conflict between acting like a lazy, spoiled, beer guzzling, nine-year-old boor or being an emasculated, whipped boyfriend/husband/dad.
While i resent the forced dichotomy, nothing brings it out in me like going to a Lord and Taylor. maybe i really am just a spoiled nine-year old in a 22 year old's body.
I saw my mother took a meyers-briggs personality test and got ESFJ, which besides extroversion makes us completely opposite. I think people who are "J"s are better at baking, with all the rules to follow, and "P"s are better at cooking, which was always more about improvising anyways.
My mother is going to Cancun for Christmas. I'm not sure what I'll be doing, though.
Probably burning down the house.