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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: senna on October 08, 2002, 02:22:50 AM
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I only hate one person where I live and thats the local soup nazi. Do you hate anybody, how many, and why? The soup nazi in my town is a really mean fella, he yells at his customers and makes us go get our own drinks. Who do you hate with a vengence.
:D
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The ice cream truck making his rounds in mid febuary
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people with 50 horsepower leaf blowers.
lazs
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people with 50 horsepower snowblowers :eek:
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Dogs that run loose and maul my prized 1998 Toyota 4Runner, and the guy that hasn't figured out how to contain them. :mad:
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I used to hate, but then I realized there are really only two types of people in the world.
Me and the rest of you sumsqueakes.
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lol milnko
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People toss the word around, and I do not think they truly understand what it is.
I have hated, I had a deep hate for my father, who ruined my childhood by being a drug(I found out when I was 7, and hid it from my family until I was 15) addicted jerk....I hated him enough to very seriously consider murdering him.
He stopped, and I got a GTO and we worked on it together, and the hate went away, but I still know what it really felt like.
He died a sick lonely drunk, by himself with a bottle of vodka in his hand, I do not hate now at all, I just feel sorry.
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I heard something once that made a lot of sense:
The opposite of Love is not Hate.
The opposite of Love is Indifference.
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Originally posted by midnight Target
I heard something once that made a lot of sense:
The opposite of Love is not Hate.
The opposite of Love is Indifference.
That's a good one. Another you might add to the list of love opposites is selfishness.
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Originally posted by senna
I only hate one person where I live and thats the local soup nazi. Do you hate anybody, how many, and why? The soup nazi in my town is a really mean fella, he yells at his customers and makes us go get our own drinks. Who do you hate with a vengence.
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Fear not my fellow rat, the feeling of hate is mutual, you never tip, you leave a mess, why should I feel love for a customer like you? Oh, and sorry for makin you get off your dead bellybutton and get your own 128 oz. Mountain dew that makes you climb the ceilings afterwards...
No soup, 1 year.
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Originally posted by GtoRA2
[BHe died a sick lonely drunk, by himself with a bottle of vodka in his hand, I do not hate now at all, I just feel sorry. [/B]
My dad was an alcoholic, but he was "a gentle drunk". Whatever we kids wanted, we got. He died from complications too early. I thank him for showing me the traps that Life can spring if you aren't careful.
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Nope, life's too freaking short and it takes far too much energy to hate someone.
I do try to minimize my contact with the da's tho.
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I honestly can't say I hate any person. The only example I could muster even close to hate would be "despising" my mother for being who she was at a critical time in my life (a divorcee who drank too much when I was in need of discipline in my teenage life) but hate would be inappropriate to use here...
Edit: Okay, Bin Laden would be someone I honestly "hate".
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I don't think I have ever "hated" anyone in the true definition of the word.
Main Entry: hate
Pronunciation: 'hAt
Function: noun
Usage: often attributive
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hete; akin to Old High German haz hate, Greek kEdos care
Date: before 12th century
1 a : intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury b : extreme dislike or antipathy : LOATHING
2 : an object of hatred
I imagine I would hate anyone who harmed my wife or daughter. So the ragheads and pedophiles should take note. I would find you and exercise extreme measures against your mortality.
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gofaster
My dad was not a mean drunk, and when he was on drugs he just wasn't around or would not deal with us.
I can remember the things I did with my dad as a kid that where fun, on one hand. The rest was him just ignoring us.
Later in life when I got old enough to drive... he wasn't doing drugs but was a drunk, for the most part a functional drunk, until he got laid off, then he went over board and drank himself to death.
I learned about personal honor from him and about your word being your bond. I owe him to a degree for who I am. The good and the bad made me a better person. But I did feel hate for him at one time, so I know how much of a waste hate is.
It bothers me that people "hate that dress" or "hate that car" or "hate that color" because I bet they really do not know what hate is or the baggage that goes with it.
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GTO, just curious, what was his "drug of choice"?
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I hate everybody, especially that dirty monkey that follows me home at night! :mad: :mad: :mad:
-SW
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I hate the Sixteenth Amendment.
Regards, Shuckins
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Rip
He did cocaine. He carried around one of those lunch bags....made out of nylon for years, kept his wallet and stuff in it.
when I was like 7 I knocked it over when he was asleep and I found his little drug kit. The razor blade and mirror, etc.
Thanks to TV I knew what it was.... I tried to lie to myself for years, but it always cropped up.
He was a custom cabinet maker. He was an artist with wood. He could have made a real living doing it, he had customers lined up in droves for the work he did.
I would walk out to the garage (converted to a shop) and catch him bent over the mirror hidden in a brief case. When I got older I would walk out there to see how mad he got.
He quit cold one day after an intervention, but never stopped smoking or drinking.
He stay a functional drunk from when I was about 17 to when he about a year and a half ago. Then he got laid off from the crappy office refurbishing place he worked at( he stopped doing cabinet work) and really hit the bottle hard.
He prolly died sometime around now last year. They found his body in his condo, they day before Thanksgiving.
At the point he died, even I could not get a hold of him on a regular basis. But I know the doc told him to stop drinking or it would kill him, he was having liver probs.
The last time I saw him alive he looked like he just came out of Auschwitz
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It must pain you to hear liberals on this board call for legalizing drugs....thanks for sharing your sad story GTO. Glad you made it thru all that okay.
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It must pain you to hear liberals on this board call for legalizing drugs
It pains me to read things like this.
(although I only want weed legalized, and you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that died from that)
OTOH, I grew up in a one parent home. The other one was an alcoholic.
So it agitates me for people to go "drugs are so bad"... while turning a deaf ear, blind eye and mute mouth to alcohol.
-SW
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I hate the lady I'm behind in the 12 items or less line, with 15 items, and 20 coupons, all either expired or for the wrong product.
After 20 minutes of waiting for a 17 year old manager to not show up, I tell the checker to bag the stuff and I'll pay for it, .... as I shove my 13 items up the belt. :D
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To me the alcohol did far more damage, the drugs where bad, but the booze killed him. The 4 packs a day prolly didn't help either.
I really do not see why weed is illegal and booze is not, or tobacco.
I think my old man had other issues, and the drugs and alcohol use stemmed from that.
Part of me wants to say, let people do what they want as long as no one gets hurt.
But I just can't say that about booze, or the really hard drugs.
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Originally posted by GtoRA2
To me the alcohol did far more damage, the drugs where bad, but the booze killed him. The 4 packs a day prolly didn't help either.
I think my old man had other issues, and the drugs and alcohol use stemmed from that.
Part of me wants to say, let people do what they want as long as no one gets hurt.
But I just can't say that about booze, or the really hard drugs.
I'm with ya there. I foam at the mouth whenever someone says that marijuana should be legalized. I think tobacco and alcohol should be removed from sporting events, including corporate sponsorships of sports teams, stadiums, and competitions.
My dad made it through military service without smoking. He didn't pick it up until he got in to law school, and he smoked then just to keep himself awake so he could study more. By the time he had kids, he was a "5 seconds from chain-smoking" smoker, meaning that there was only a 5 second lull before the next one was lit. He smoked Marlboros, the same brand featured on the sides of race cars.
He was a party guy in high school, and became one moreso in college. He drank in the military, but in the military its a sign of manhood if you can drink the hard stuff and drink it big. As he got older, he got better at hiding it. A plastic hipflask in his briefcase, a bottle in the trunk, a bottle in the garage workshop, the bottles in the kitchen, and a few at his office; he was never far from it. I just assumed that's what all parents did. Mom didn't get concerned about it until the IRS audit and subsequent investigation by the Bar Association regarding office financials and mishandling of escrow funds to cover expenses. Can't blame her, though. Her father had been an alcoholic as well, so she had grown up in that environment and didn't know any better, same as me. My dad lost his business license and an old friend got him checked into rehab the week after I checked in to my college dorm my freshman year. They divorced a year later, not so much out of animosity but as a way to protect my mom from financial ruin. We still took vacations together and spent Thanksgiving and Christmases together, but they kept separate houses and separate accounts. As my mom learned more and more about what my dad had been doing with the family money, she became more and more bitter about it.
He eventually had to close his practice when his clients left him - who wants a drunk for a lawyer? He went to work as a paralegal for a former law partner for 1/3 of what he had been earning, and that was still generous. I credit that partner for probably saving my dad's life.
Years of smoking and drinking caught up to him in his 50's and he started having periods of black-outs. Doctors weren't sure what the root cause was - either brain damage from the booze or respiratory and circulatory problems from the smoking. He had a fatal seizure in the parking lot of an ABC Liquors on a Friday afternoon in September and was rushed to the hospital where he passed away at the age of 56.
A few years later my grandparents (his parents) passed away. While talking about their funeral, my mom made the cryptic comment that my dad never really wanted to be an attorney, that he had only done it to please his mother because she had decided that her sons were going to go to the University of Florida and become attorneys. They did - my dad set up practice in Tampa and my uncle set up practice in Ft. Myers. My uncle kicked his booze and tobacco habit by trading those addictions for better ones: tennis and golf.
My grandfather had worked for the railroad, a demanding employer with a job that required long periods away from the home, working odd hours. My grandfather smoked cigars and spent the last 20 or so years of his life relying on a nebulizer (a glass tube filled with medicine with a squeeze ball on one end that vaporizes the medicine and shoots it directly into the patient's lungs). He died in his 70s. Like most couples that have lived together for long periods of time, there was a lot of shouting between my grandparents over things I considered trivial: the toast is overcooked, the bacon is undercooked, the tv is too loud. But they never argued with the grandkids, so long as we didn't break anything or hurt each other. Well, there was the time my cousin and I started mixing cleaning solutions together to see what would happen, but now that I'm older and know what's in those bottles, I can see that it was justified.
One day my mom mentioned that my grandmother had never approved of my dad's marriage to her. My mom came from a family of farmers with no money - her father was usually drunk or missing and her mother had to raise 8 kids. Well, actually 7 because my Mom spent the first 5 years of her life being raised by her great aunt because of her mother's indigence. My mom worked hard and got through college on academic scholarships. So here's my father, flush with GI Bill money with a solid middle-class background, who had been popular in high school, lettered in football and baseball, going through law school, and he's dating a backwoods lower-class girl in the low-income, low career potential nursing program. Its not hard to see that there could be some truth to my mom's statement. My mom got her Master's degree, plus 30 hours towards a PhD and became a professor of nursing, making good money at a community college. In the end, it was my mom that ended up saving the family.
So can I hate my dad, or my grandparents, or my mom? Not really. They showed me a lot of traps to avoid. Not just smoking and drinking, but of judging people on the surface, or creating false expectations, or restricting children from pursuing a career, or of not seeing the impact they have on others. But I guess that's just part of being human.
I'm currently employed by a telecom company as a contracts negotiator. I didn't go to law school because I didn't want to be a lawyer - I got hooked on computers after I graduated with my degree in Criminal Justice. And yet I still ended up in the legal profession with a law degree from the school of hard knocks. My brother ended up being a lawyer, complete with license, client base, and stress. He's also a party guy, a real social animal. My sister got her PhD in education and works for Georgetown University in Washington DC. She's a social animal, too. I guess to some degree we're all trapped by our parents' expectations the same way we get our personalities from our parents. Doctors say alcohol addiction is linked to chemical reactions tied to DNA inherited from our parents. They say a contributing cause is having an addictive personality. I just hope my siblings learned about the traps. I'd hate to see my nieces and nephews follow that same roller coaster ride.
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Thks for sharing that story GF, some folks are under the false impression that if you do this, your kids do it too, I'd like to say that most people learn from parents mistakes...I had an alcholic mother (still is) and stepfather, Stepdad quit and is alive today because he did quit, my mother OTOH is still a drunk. Personally, I have no tolerance for alcoholics. Hate em. Not in the sense of the word "hate", but "hate to be around them". We've (Sisters and I) have tried to get my mom to quit, but thats another post.
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Gofaster...
I can see simularities and differences but the is an underling thread in your story I know personly.
Like the bottles... I found bottles everywhere..
My dads mom was and still is an achoholic. I am pretty sure she blames me for letting my dad die.
I was the only one he really talked to after all.
She does not understand that he didn't listen to me anymore then anyone else.
Has to be a squeak to see your kid die before you... I am really sorry for her, but what can I do?
over all you sound like you handled things pretty good
I handled things my own way, right or wrong... and I am happy with who I am. I do not smoke or drink, or do drugs. I have a good job, and good woman. I do not regret my past, although I was bittter about it for a long time.
My bigest regret, is I wrote a book...(I am done witht he first draft at least and need to polish it) and I know my dad would have been a great help and prolly would have been proud of me and enjoyed it. He was a big history buff. Other then drinking and smoking, he read, and mostly about WW2. But ne never got to read it.
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I wish I had a long story like you guys.
My mom died when I was only 13.
Life's a squeak and then you die, or what doesn't kill ya only makes ya stronger.
Either one applies to me I guess.
Atleast I know what to look for when it comes to alcohol addiction, maybe I can get the gun out of my mouth before I pull the trigger....
-SW
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I could do a few pages on my mom, and her family.
Let me just say. I do not have much of a sense of comradeship with any of the relatives!
lol oh man the stories!
My mom is full blood portages and my dad was half Norwegian, and 25% Dutch etc! lol 100% American mutt.
Well her relatives hated him and half never spoke to her again...
lol oh man some of the stories are even funny
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GT, I hope you get that history book published. When you do, let me know so I can get a copy - WW2 history is one of my many hobbies, particularly air combat of course.
I'm a firm believer in the "addictive personality" theory. I've seen it in my siblings and in myself. My wife has seen it in me as well. When I find something of interest to me, I'll go full-bore into it until I find something else. The key is, I chose my addictions carefully.
In my junior year of college I started playing volleyball on the concrete courts behind a dorm building. I played every night from 7 to midnight, getting coached by girls who had played in high school (one of the lessons I learned is to never underestimate a woman in sports - they can really know their stuff!). The next year I captained the team that won its intramural division - and at 5-foot 7-inches, 145 pounds, I was the shortest and smallest player on the team. After college I played club ball for 4 years as the second setter and backrow/server specialist, averaging 3 points on aces per game (club leader). I played volleyball on every surface imaginable - concrete, grass, sand, wood, rubber, and plastic. I played every night and weekend except for class nights and holidays. Every girl I dated was a volleyball player. I had more volleyball clothes than I did work clothes. Yeah, I was addicted, but it was a positive addiction. I met a lot of great people, kept in great shape, and had a lot of fun. I also learned alot about leadership, teamwork, and dealing with adversity.
Eventually recurring knee and shoulder problems forced me to taper off. Fortunately, my oldest friend pointed me towards a new addiction: competitive road running. He was a cyclist but was training for triathlons. He got me hooked on running. I lost some weight and gained a lot of energy. My outlook on life improved and I was no longer busted up about the chaos at work. I found a new spirituality watching the sun come up in the morning as I rounded the half-way point on my morning jog. I had traded my volleyball addiction for a running addiction. But running lacked the social interaction that I had enjoyed as a volleyball player. I raced for 2 years and the only people I conversed with were people that knew me from volleyball. Recently I've managed to achieve a happy balance between the two sports - running every other day, playing volleyball on days I don't run.
I've also been addicted to sedentary hobbies, such as photography, history, scale models, and flight simulators (particularly Air Warrior). The expense of those hobbies does a good job of keeping those addictions in check. ;)
My brother and sister both have addictive personalities as well. He's been hooked on golf since law school. He keeps a couple of clubs and his shoes in the back of his car for lunch-time practice. He practices his short game swing while carrying on a conversation with us in the front yard at family gatherings. My sister is hooked on travelling - she plans her next trip as soon as she returns from her last one. None of us smoke. I don't drink. My sister quit social drinking due to a pregnancy. We were concerned about the quantities of booze my brother put away one year at Christmas, but he's tapered off on social drinking since his 2nd child was born last year. That 2nd child has also cut back on his 18-hole golf outings (at least those that he can't write-off as business events), so I'm waiting to see what develops. I'm keeping an eye on him and keeping the lines of communication open in case there's a concern there.
The key thing is that a lot of people who get addicted to things don't realize they're addicted until (a) someone points it out to them or (b) they reach the point that they realize how much time, money, or sacrifice they're making for their addiction.
As for your grandmother, you gotta consider the source. Addicts never see it in other addicts - "He doesn't have a problem - he's just like me and I'm fine!"
I know a lot of fun is made about addiction to Air Warrior, or Aces High, or Warbirds, or other computer games in general, but the sad part is that it really does happen. If it stimulates a person to grow an interest in history or aviation or the military or politics, then I'd consider it a good thing. If it leads to depression, then hopefully that person will realize it before it reaches its tragic conclusion.
Anyway, good luck keeping that GTO in shape. My first car was a '65 Tempest! :cool:
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who ever the guy is that starts traffic
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Ok so... most people I am just indifferent to but.... hate still goes for the leaf blower guys.
lazs
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I think I have only had 3 addictions in real life...
Warbirds.... back in the day tell it gave me tendonitis.
GTOs.
and buying books on WW2.
The warbirds addiction is over. I play AcesHigh when I can (rare) lol darn girlfriends can take way to much time! :) (good thing she does not read these threads)
The GTO is about to get an engine swap. LoL but the car is not all I think about anymore. Just a nice distraction.
The books though, lol I really have to be carefull to not overbuy, and it is driving me nuts that most of my books are in storage right now!
I have a stron dislike for leaf blowers and trafic starters..... but I am fairly sure it is not hate! You do not have to hate them to want to run them over right?
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Great story Gofaster, and well told.
GT, everything is a learning experience, even, --- no --- , especially the crappy stuff.
I hate the fact that my mom was taken at such a young age.
No, she wasn't an addict, just the opposite. She was a hero.
The youngest daughter of 7, born to Italian immigrants who spoke no English. She alone in her family attended college. This was the early 1940's, when women in college were still a relative rarity.
She always maintained her sense of wonder at the world, at people, at sports and was THE friend to most of the ladies in the neighborhood. Into her 40's and 50's she could still rattle off the triple play combination of the 1948 Cubs and she could still teach the local girls how to 'double dutch' by doing it.
She taught 7th grade for 30+ years, and was in the book "Who's Who" for elementary school teachers.
When she passed away at the age of 58, 600 people came to a memorial service in her honor. But even with all her abilities and activities and friends and admirers, I never felt anything but special. I hate that she is gone.
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Tah Gut
Yeah I know... heh I truely do think the bad prolly made me a stronger person then the good hehe
Sorry about your mom, 58 is young, my dad was 56 but I truely didnt think he would make it much further.
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lol soup nazi, didnt know you flew AH. Musta got into it cas I mentioned it aloud to a friend while I was there. Anyways, your soup sucks and your place was so screwed up, none of the folks who worked above your store on the second floor wanted your soup ethier. It stinks and the self help service was crappy. The waiter who originaly helped me took off on me and I ended up with some other waiter and his gay rivals all fighting over my tip. Also, your soup made me sick. I should filed a law suite.
My favorite part was when the evil waiter said I have to help him clear his tables (he had alot) and the other waiter said, no he is my customer you go through me. Give me my original waiter back.
lol, finger!
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And another thing, you treated my Persian girlfiend like toejam, you even made her cry. You suck Mr soup nazi, you are evil.
lol. :D