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Is Arthur Schopenhauer correct?
I know I'd have a shit load more peircings and tattoos if I knew for certain that I could another job or a partner that way.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:48, 151 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I don't really have the hutzpah or knowledge.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:58, Reply)
and then employ someone to run it. Result = you get lots of tattoos and piercings and do what the fuck you want
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:59, Reply)
Besides, I don't want to.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:02, Reply)
No point moaning about it.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:52, Reply)
a monkey would kick the arse of a goldfish, for example.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:09, Reply)
i shall give this up as a bad job.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:10, Reply)
who doesn't even know the word "quarter"
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:54, Reply)
so he was all for you getting more tattoos and piercings, basically
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:58, Reply)
While my behaviour from person to person changes, my personality shows through every time. Then again, I spend a lot of time being bothered about what others think of me, even when I'm in crowds, so I'm no fucking use here.
It's like the tattoo I had in mind, the main reason I've not had it done is because I know others will take the piss. For me, the fact that idea bothers me is enough for me not to do it. Yet, I want a tattoo, and I'm not sure why.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 12:58, Reply)
Whilst I have absolutely no affinity or affection for LFC generally, since Hillsborough that phrase has always resonated with me.
So has "Ferry Cross The Mersey" by Gerry and the fucking Pacemakers, though. Swings and roundabouts.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:00, Reply)
As I say, I want to get it, but if others giving me shit is enough to put me off, I think that's pretty damning.
Then again, I recently considered a tongue piercing, and I know that'd look shit... I'm a weird fucker.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:01, Reply)
If you can see yourself getting embarrassed when people give you shit for it instead of telling them to fuck off and not caring, then you probably don't want it badly enough to justify it. That might change as you do, though.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:05, Reply)
I've seen a few I like, so shall keep some in mind. I saw one I liked, but it went against my rule of No Band Tattoos. It's up there with the No Girlfriend Names.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:08, Reply)
Get one because you've seen something, or someone's work, that you NEED.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:16, Reply)
No Band Tattoos is an excellent idea. After I got my only tattoo to date I was feverishly looking for something else I wanted done, and contemplated getting a KoRn tatt. As much as I loved them at the time, I'd be embarrassed by it now, so imagine what it'd be like when I'm 40 or 50.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:19, Reply)
Never a name though
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:20, Reply)
This is it. Those are the symbols for her favourite band, but unless you really know them, it's just a nice tattoo.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:26, Reply)
but the symbols should be close together. What is the band?
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:27, Reply)
I'd hope people would talk to me about stretching a carteledge piercing, for example, or dealing with being called gay all day every day, so I assume you're happy to distribute tattoo advice
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:35, Reply)
I have no desire to stretch my cartilage piercing (Industrial) because I have enough bloody problems with it as it is. I've contemplated removing it several times now, it's always sore even 9 months after being pierced, and bleeds a fair bit (must keep catching it or knocking it when I sleep).
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:46, Reply)
I'm glad I did mine, very happy with it now, but fucking hell it hurt
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:48, Reply)
Said it hurt dicktons more than getting it pierced did, and my septum was probably the most intense pain I've had in a piercing.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:54, Reply)
Unless I see something that'll really jump out at me, I'm not going to bother.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:20, Reply)
Find artists whose work you love, and talk to them about getting something unique done in their style, rather than a cool symbol (which I'm not knocking, I've got a few small symbol tatts that I love).
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:27, Reply)
I want to have a couple of small ones, at least.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:30, Reply)
But am looking to incorporate them somehow into my next sleeve.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:33, Reply)
Here's a pic of my sleeve just after it was finished. It's easily the 'best' tattoo I have, in terms of quality.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:37, Reply)
It's Polynesian, but a lot of the style is similar to traditional Incan/Aztec tattoos, in that they both use a lot of geometric patterns.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:44, Reply)
who had a massive Inca type head on his upper arm. It looked fucking brilliant!
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:47, Reply)
I'm thinking my next sleeve will be by Tomas Tomas or Xed le Hed.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:50, Reply)
make sure it's done well. Spend lots. Then even if you age and are a different person in the future, it'll still look good.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:25, Reply)
"You get the tattoo you deserve" is definitely true.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:34, Reply)
Just his writings can be rather impenetrable at first.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:28, Reply)
He's the reason we know that everyone exists independently and are not just part of our imagination.
Shame - we wouldn't have it if you were all in my head.
.....or would we.......
*existentializzzzzeesss*
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:47, Reply)
He could drink you under the table
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:05, Reply)
Two oranges walk into a bar, one says to the other "your round"
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:10, Reply)
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
I know a brilliant one about a lobster but it requires hand actions
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:20, Reply)
One turns to the other and says "Your Round."
The other responds "So are you, ya fat fuck!"
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:22, Reply)
just like the rest of you.
there is something in it, esp if you look at how kids are at school. my cousin really worries me, she's 13, and every single day she and her 871 mates on facebook, none of whom probably know each other in real life, send each other really violent sweary messages. about a year ago she was sweet, quiet, shy and very girly. since joining her new school, she is a sulky little emo.
now they are all going on about when she is going to shag her bf and whether they could use clingfilm instead of a condom and whether you can get pregnant if he uses a milky way wrapper. she's THIRTEEN. i thought i was embarrassingly old-fashioned waiting until i was 18 and really liked the guy, but it's better than this!
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:02, Reply)
The transition from kid to adult is where you decide to do stuff your own way, rather than how your mates do it. This could be when you are 12 or 92
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:05, Reply)
i am v open and find meeting new people really easy, and i loved school, was in the popular gang etc etc. but i know lots of people who got badly bullied who say that you never get over it and it marks you and how you relate to people for life.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:07, Reply)
I kind of didn't fit into any particular group. I was a clever shite but not marked as a swot, etc. I played football with "the lads". I spoke to the girls and I think most of the nastiness in school passed me by, fortunately
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:09, Reply)
At Primary School I was unpopular because the only currency that mattered was being good at football, and being clever just made me a swot. Then I went to a decent Secondary school and was a sport pariah, a geek and of only average intelligence.
Anyone who says school days are the best days of your life is a cunt and a liar.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:12, Reply)
I suppose. OK but nothing special
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:12, Reply)
I was bullied relentlessly for several years, but the people I was friends with then are still those I count amongst my best friends now, nearly 7 years after leaving.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:14, Reply)
but i bloody LOVED school, esp a-levels... loads of mates, shiny red beetle, the thrill of underage drinking, snogging hundreds of boys.... i'd go back to being 16 like a shot!
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:14, Reply)
But we had a club open by us midway through year 10, where several people could get served. Going there was a way of guaranteeing a snog, great fun!
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:17, Reply)
I'd go back to being 19 and being at Uni like a shot, although I'd be single this time around
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:25, Reply)
and science lessons
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:36, Reply)
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:15, Reply)
Internet bullying is in no way comparable though. At school I was not only getting picked on but permanently in fear of having the shit kicked out of me. Not that it's relevant, but I'm absolutely confident I could beat the fuck out of you IRL
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:22, Reply)
I meant to put "most of you", cos let's face it, we're geeks, and geeks are weedy
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:28, Reply)
i was wondering which bits you would beat up and which bits you would leave untouched.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:34, Reply)
Or, more accurately, never hit the bit of a man his glasses are on. Expensive things to replace.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:38, Reply)
I got verbally abused (but rarely physically abused) every day for about ten years. It's only quite recently - ten years after I fucking left! - that I've started to get over some of the problems it caused me, and even now I'm quite difficult to get on with. I'd honestly rather live on the streets in a cardboard box full of sick than go back to school with those cunts.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:29, Reply)
The desire to go 'back' and inflict pain on them has passed as well. The best revenge really is being happy with yourself.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:33, Reply)
even if they all were an incredibly pendulous, syphilitic set of scrotes. I blame the teachers, one teacher in particular, for turning a blind eye, and for telling me (essentially) to MTFU when I came to her in tears and covered in bruises when one of their 'circle berk and call her names' games got a little rough. Her I'd quite cheerfully set fire to, the evil harpy.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:44, Reply)
Like the mothers who said "Do you think, as an only child, Roota might be a bit too used to getting her own way?" when my mother objected to her child and her croneys putting me in a circle and booting the little legs off me.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:50, Reply)
I was 15 when I lost it, and while I wasn't the first in my year, I was a long way off being the last. We were given sex education lessons in year 11 FFS, far too late. They should be teaching them in about year 7-8. Might stop a few urban myths getting talked, I mean.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:06, Reply)
My kids are getting the full talk when they are about 8 I think
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:07, Reply)
The problem is the Nanny parade, blaming them introducing sex into lessons for the increase in promiscuity. Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't sex education been around for years?
Also, I think the lessons should be taught to lads and girls seperately. I'm not 100% certain why I think that, but it just seems a good idea...
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:10, Reply)
I fucking wished my teacher would stop doing that.
What?
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:12, Reply)
thingies and stuff. Like...... cocks
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
I know what you mean, and I'll admit I did the same when one of the girls had to put a condom on a cucumber.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:15, Reply)
I like to blame the fact that I went to an all-boys' school and, contrary to popular rumour, this was a hindrance rather than a help. I also claim I was waiting for the right girl. In all honesty it was down to my hideous physical appearance.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:09, Reply)
and then I realised someone is going to call me a bender whatever I say so I might as well be honest and not bother self-censoring
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
Meaning that I missed the years in which girls stop being 'icky', and start being nice.
As a result, I was fucked up when I met girls for the first time, and had no idea how to talk to them. It's not good.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:11, Reply)
Try not having a clue how to talk to girls when you meet them for the first time at age 18
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:13, Reply)
I was too shy and fucked up.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:14, Reply)
And Darth, I sympathise mate, I really do. That sounds fucking shit.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:15, Reply)
Now, all we need to do is slip you a bottle of Red Wine, and watch the real BGB come out!
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:18, Reply)
Saying that, I was still atrocious at chatting up teh ladeez.... Actually I'd probably still be shit now
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:15, Reply)
but I blame being a fat, geeky metaller with long hair
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:16, Reply)
It was fucked up and a disaster and has caused me a lot of grief, but I wouldn't change the person for the world.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:24, Reply)
We have a stupid amount in common. Just reminding you.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:27, Reply)
I felt like an ogre.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:29, Reply)
and what kind of people you associate with. Most of my friends are arty or weird, so they don't tend to tone themselves down much.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:22, Reply)
but I cannot stand lolwaki when people do stuff because it is odd or different or weird.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:25, Reply)
so yeah, I guess. I do spend an awful lot of my life trying to please others (shut up), so I'd say I was more concerned about what people think of me rather than wanting to be like others.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:27, Reply)
I dont give a flying fuck what people think of me. It means I'm going nowhere in my job as I refuse to kiss arse/do the politics but I dont care.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:29, Reply)
then I may as well keep at it now.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:30, Reply)
"SYLVESTERRRRRR, IT'S YOUR MOTHERRRR!"
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:34, Reply)
I was 15-16 before I stopped trying to be accepted, and I really fucking wish I'd tried that earlier instead of all the grief I got and the grief it caused me trying to fit in. Yet I rather suspect that if I were to go to my school reunion, say, I'd struggle to be 'me'. I'd probably just be very quiet for a while, hit the free bar than flick the whole lot of them the bird and leave.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:33, Reply)
technically this year would be the 10 year one, but I went to a school with a sixth form and was one of only about 7 who left after GCSEs, so it won't be for another couple of years yet.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:36, Reply)
I want to see if I've done any better than most of the reprobates I was there with!
We did have one footballer and one girl is on the TV so I think our year has done OK
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:38, Reply)
and then I will sneer at them all and be like - 'yeah. Thats Doctor berk to you.' We had a lot of priveleged fuckwits in my year, quite a number didn't go to uni and just got fat and had kids instead, so I'll enjoy being snobbish.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:41, Reply)
As much as I'm still quite childlike, and enjoyed my childhood in many ways, I knew I'd have to wait until adulthood to be totally free.
I'm nowhere near as scared of muggers and rapists as I was/am of packs of teenagers with an eye for a cowardy custard.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:36, Reply)
and go to the local sixth form college. Still doesn't quite erase the memory of spending probably a good 3 months in 3rd year crying though. Even now those packs of screeching chavs outside shops give me the shivers considerably more than a sole dodgy looking bloke who might be following me/might have a knife or whatever.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:39, Reply)
I liked my teachers and 'better the devil you know' was my thought.
I didn't even have to go to that school. my mum wanted me to sit an exam and go to a 'better' school, but even then I knew I was just the type of kid who other kids would want to kill. At that school I'd have been bullied for being the common kid from town. At the one I went to I was the one who was bright and spoke nice (I no longer speak nice.)
Meh.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:43, Reply)
but sixth form college was probably the best two years of my life, thus far anyway. I honestly think I'd have harmed myself if I'd had to stay on for sixth form at school. And yeah, I was that type of kid as well. Still am, to some extent.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:49, Reply)
I don't think I've been myself recently, though. Dyeing my hair stupid colours isn't me. I blame not being able to fit into most of my clothes.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:37, Reply)
I liked adults better, I liked Patsy Cline, I'd go up to kids and go "Hello, I'm Roota, do you want to play?" and generally get the "Oh fuck off you twee little dickhead" response. Or the "Yes we'll play with you and lock you in a cupboard, that'll get rid of your beans for you!" response.
And I do rabbit on...
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:40, Reply)
Theo straightened me out a bit for a while and then I went nuts over the last years of school in general. But I found that people seemed to like me more the older I get. I dunno whether they just started to appreciate me or I grew up, but I really didn't change that much.
I could never play with other kids, I'm shit at making new friends :/
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:43, Reply)
Whereas in primary school I got battered. I could have taken the verbals a lot better (names really don't hurt me) if I didn't think there might be a pasting at the end of them.
And as for getting older and finding people like you more, well there are loads of reasons. Your confidence, your broadening horizons/social group etc. You simply have more choice and so does everyone else. You suddenly meet more people whose 'cup of tea' you are.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:48, Reply)
I'd probably have facial and hand tattoos if they were accepted in business/courts.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 13:41, Reply)
I spent quite a few years thinking that I was being myself but as we grow more confident about who we are and what we think it's less so.
Even now I have to remind myself that I don't care what people think...last night getting undressed in the gym changing rooms I had to keep saying, "Who cares if that woman notices you haven't had your legs waxed this month...or if she notices all the pies you've been scoffing recently."
She was probably thinking the very same thing, unless of course she was one of the militant Middle Aged Bush Patrol who walk about naked.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 14:00, Reply)
I hadn't really encountered it until going to our local gym where there are lockers and showers but no changing rooms. Loads of women of all shapes, sizes and ages just strip off and carry on conversations or wander around. It's by no means a sexual type of behaviour - these women don't look vulnerable or sexy - they mostly look bloody scary. Especially the old skinny ones with tiny puppies ears for breasts, washboard stomachs and the biggest hairiest minges this side of the 1970s.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 14:08, Reply)
You're terrible at this erotic fiction stuff.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 14:16, Reply)
I wasn't so much worried about the peircings per say but the fact they might scoff at me getting my less than pert bewbs peirced in the first place.
(, Wed 2 Feb 2011, 14:18, Reply)
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