TL;DR ;-) I am an arrogant asshole. Since you’re a prick, want to have a sausage fest and put your prick in my asshole?
Dude, you’re on a short list of men I’d have a sausage party with. Let’s be arrogant together and invite nobody else and have at it ;-)
When I was younger, I used to act. Nothing crazy, some High School productions, community theater, a college production, and even a paid gig. It was never a desire of mine to do this for a living; it was just fun. This attitude helped me get many of my gigs, because I was never nervous about getting or not getting a part. This ease at auditions shown through, and being a natural extrovert, I think casting me in parts was easy.
Except, that all around me at these auditions, were people who wanted to do this for a living. Even at the High School level, I knew people who sweated these auditions because it was their life. Here I am, a wise guy idiot getting parts because I could give a shit whether I got the part or not. At one audition in particular, the hallway was filled with men memorizing lines, doing voice exercises, really, really trying. I didn’t even know what the part was. I was simply recommended for the part. Hell, it was a college credit simply being at the audition. I got the part. It was fun, sure, but I didn’t care. I didn’t get the part because I’m some great actor. I got the part because I had an attitude. I got it because I was an over the top idiot who could give a shit whether I got the part or not. I got it because I was fucking arrogant.
One issue I did run into in my acting phase was that I had a problem with the lines on the page. Specifically, I’d ad lib or even out right change lines. While actors are charged with creating their own interpretation of whats on the page, they are ultimately hired to read the lines written for them. I always added and changed lines at my leisure to what I thought worked best. I’d butt heads with directors and teachers because I would constantly do this. I did this not out of a gift I had for character development. I did it because I was arrogant.
This is not one of my best characteristics. In fact, it’s something that I’ve carried with me to this day. I’ve been introspective about this lately. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is a dangerous and unhealthy character flaw. I’ve had some issues at the workplace recently that are directly due to my thinking that I can do things differently than everyone else. I’m in the middle of some health issues because I think I’m above doing the things that a normal person would do to be healthy. I’ve had some relationship issues because I have an idea of how things should be.
In short, I can be an arrogant prick.
It’s a character flaw that I need to keep in check. I know intellectually that I’m not the best looking, or wittiest, or best at anything, really. I just need to get this information from my heart to my head.. or head to heart? I don’t know this works.
Arrogance. At best, it makes a man a bit of a prick. At its worst, it makes a man a lonely, unemployed, unhealthy, friendless prick.
I’m so fucking happy sniff
Tonight, after work, a co-worker and I are going to shoot up to Grand Central, pick up my two boys, grab some dinner and some beers (For Janet and I, not the boys), then head over to Madison Square Garden to see Van Halen. If I drink too much, Jon can be my designated driver. I took tomorrow as a vacation day so that I can chill.
I’ve been a huge Van Halen fan since I was a teenager.
I’m really psyched.
I’ve never been booped.
Is the boob grab there, because I have to prove to my sister someone wants to touch my boobs!
Boob grab is there!
I just posted a ton of SNARK pics to my Facebook. Knock yourself out.
This weekend was like a dream. I had so much freaking fun. I met so many of you. People I admired became real friends, people who I liked are now people I love. I’m glad to be able to share my life with so many new people now.
I DID NOT GRAB RUTH’S BOOB. I mean.. I didn’t mean to.. it was all just a blur. I just saw her, then hugged her, then posed for a picture, then BOOM. It’s all about me grabbing the boobage. Anyway, if I did, it wasn’t intentional. Sorry Ruth!
I miss some of you probably more than I should. Like, deep down pain miss. Fuck.
My next adventure is exactly one week away.. I have tickets to see Van Halen at MSG. I took the next day off from work as I believe I will be doing SNARK level drinking.
I found real inspiration in some of you.
I lose a lot during my daily four hour commute. I’ve been wanting to ask my boss if I could have a set weekly work from home day, but I’m not sure how he’d feel about it. I have a pretty good gig and don’t want to rock the boat here, but that one day a week would make my life so much more livable.
That’s enough.
Sorry about all of the photo spam. It’s just that I wanted to share my fantastic night with you guys.
This was my second SNARK, and my third meetup. I can’t even begin to thank you all enough for the great weekend. It’s so thrilling to finally be able to meet people that you have grown to respect and get close to online. It’s also so cool to be able to meet new people and form new relationships. It was such a good weekend that I’m seriously thinking of hitting up CHSH.
Thanks to Michelle and Chris, and all of the other countless people who helped put this thing together. I love you guys and can’t wait to see you all again.
-Patrick
For two days this city was a vacation destination. I looked around. I explored new places. I hung and laughed with friends. I found new places to get plastered. I walked around plastered day and night. I was in a sweet hotel room. The subway took me to new and exciting places. And after two days of adventuring, I looked forward to the long commute home.
Today Lower Manhattan is once again as I know it. A place of business. Lighter crowds due to the holiday, but a place of business all the same. The vacation vibe is gone.
What a difference a day makes.
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See you guys in a few hours..
