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feeling old... (pg. 5)
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| Linx_da_cat |
| quote: | Originally posted by torontotrance
neo is the oldest man alive...400 yrs old. |
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i'll always have that stephen king picture lol |
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| whiskers |
| quote: | Originally posted by Linx_da_cat
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i'll always have that stephen king picture lol |
someone post a pic of neo plz!!!! the public demands!!! :D:D:D |
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| CosmoKid |
| I'm 30 and still feel like I am 20. I just don't prematurely ejaculate anymore. |
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| butterfly |
| quote: | Originally posted by Arbiter
Society will never stop telling you what kind of life you ought to be living, but it's up to you whether or not you listen...
I say that society has become decadent - and endless cycle of predictable, deterministic phenomena which serves no purpose but to reinforce itself. Ultimately, the choice of what life you will live lies in your hands. No one can tell you what will make you happy except yourself. |
well said. i want to slap 18 yr old who say they feel old... my take on it is, who gives a how old you are? the only relevant thing is not being able to get into bars cause you arent old enough. age is in your head. it shouldnt do anythign to affect your ability to have a good time. i dont care if you are 45 - if you still have a party in you then let it out (so long as you can meet your other responsibilities). at 21, you have the best part of your youth ahead of you. teenages years suck. now you can make the most out of your life. dont it up. do everything you can to make it great. |
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| MisterOpus1 |
I swear I'm being teased into believing that others feel as I do in my ripe old age of 29. I mean really, everytime I see another "I'm feeling old" thread, I get this overwhelming sense of sympathy, as I just want to so desperately relate to this fellow soul who's been down the same walks of 20's lifetime, only to find that this soul I've been yearning to relate to was likely still in grade school as I was trying to get my ass outa high school, way back when. Of course, age doesn't matter too much once you reach a certain level I guess, and there certainly is a great deal of maturity given to those who reach their 20's, but Christ oh Mighty what I would give to be twenty-ing-one again! I understand that you want to tell the world that you feel old at that ripe old age of 21 (Christ, 21?!? it's making me sick thinking about it...), but you're young as , and you're only beginning your life of the lost 20-something individual. So Happy Birthday with all sincerity, but damn don't tell me you're feeling old, will ya? What should I feel then, dead? Should I feel dead? Well, I guess sometimes I do, so no need to answer that, really.
I'll tell you about feeling a little old. Just last weekend I went to a "rave" or concert or whatever the you want to call them (it's not really a concert is it? It's just one ing guy up there, and he's not really conducting a goddamn symphony or anything. "Show". I shoulda just called the damn thing a "show". Oh well, where the hell was I?), and we had a nice general assortment of DJs - mostly Breaks DJs (Icey, Rap, a local kid C.Vaughn), and then you had Chicago's Green Velvet. I've seen a number of DJ's at this venue here (called Uptown Theatre) throughout the years, and I've got some nice memories of the place (well, somewhat - I really can't remember about anything I did back then - probably for the better). Great old feel to the place with a big balcony and some smaller opera-like balconies on the sides for those too-cool "VIP" folks. Holds about 1500, great for lights and lasers (Sasha and Digweed's tour last year was fantastic there), etc. etc.
But the last few shows I've seen there have kinda lost their luster a little bit, and I think my frustration of getting older and having fewer brain cells has been channeled upon a relatively easy target: Candy Kids. Now don't get me wrong, there's plenty of gripe to go around to the general assortment of people in the crowd: there's only so much body odor from those shirtless s I can take, coupled with those superficial VIP wannabe's who can't show enough of their boobjob to the world, or even the Guido-slick men who come their heads with a porkchop and are with their friends who spike their hair with a tub of gel and use their cat's claws for a brush. But the candykids just strike an untouchable nerve. You know, that nerve when a baby cries endlessly at a restaurant in a table next to yours while your're on a hot date, and you give the clueless parents a scolding look of disgust, only to get an equally contemptous look back as if the mother's saying, "You're going to deal with my little , because it's my right as a clueless, pushover parent to intrude and invade on your nice dinner, so You too!" Yeah, that nerve.
You just simply want to beat the crap out of an given candy-tard and scream "Why the do you look so incredibly retarded?!?" Well, this is where that overwhelming feeling of old age creeps in as you're strangling one of those E-tards with their beads, watching their vicks nasal rub stream down their face as their eyes stop rolling back for a moment as a hint of fear begins to creep into their minds. But then you realize you're not going to make a difference in their lives whatsoever (though you'll likely be doing the rest of the world a favor if you continue your stanglehold), and you release them from your old-hands death-grip and watch their eyes once again roll back into their heads as if they're re-activating the those 2 brain cells remaining in their overdosed heads to start moving along again, and they pick up their Dr. Seuss hats from the ground and pluck their ing baby pacifiers out of their asses (from which you firmly placed), sticking them back in their mouths and joyously skip off in their typical Gay-Raver dance (don't be confused with Michael Flatly's ing Riverdance, though it does resemble it somewhat), all the while the rest of their E-tarded friends are patronizing your age by calling you "old fart" and "later Grandpa" as they float away down the hall in their excessively baggy pants as if they never had feet. Kinda like that scene in the movie "Ghost" where the bad spirits come out of the woodworks to take "Willie" away as Patrick Swayze steps aside, watching as they disappear back into the shadows with their newly evil soul to take back down to Hades. If you're snickering at my terrible example, my ing point is they had no ing feet, the evil shadow souls, so stop making fun of me for knowing that damn movie. (Christ, I can't even blame the Mrs. on that one, I watched that damn movie on my own - was I that bored on a Sunday afternoon?!?)
I know these candy-tards attempt to coin themselves as the new generation of "hippies" and all - they really struggle to find their identities to be different from that other group of kids in high school that listen to the "normal" R&B and Top40's radio stations. I'm sure they mean well, and that they dare to be different (or more correctly as Weird Al says - "dare to be stupid"), but what's so damn funny and ironic is that in their quest to be different and nonconformist, they just walked into conformity. A group that wears the same godforsaken outfits and apparel as they do, talks the same way, pops the same amount of pills and various assortment of drugs everytime, listens to the same damn repetitive trance over and over, couldn't tell you the difference between Prog. and Hardcore (nor do they have the capacity to care), and likely wouldn't listen to Prog. or anything short of a 140 BPM baseline (those candy-s were at Uptown for Green Velvet only, and probably just wanted to hear the one and only song they knew about "popping pills" - some La La Land song they think). To compare this group to hippies a real insult to that 60's and 70's hippie generation. Of course, you could compare them to the hippies of today, but the hippies of today aren't really hippies - they don't really represent much of an anti-war movement or the music that it brought, though they still don't bathe, don't work, don't have any money, and are generally a collective embarrassment to the rest of their respective family members. So I guess a descent comparison could be made there, but that's about it.
Candy- E-tards look like badly drawn cartoons. In fact, I think it's fair to go out on a limb and conclude that they really ARE badly drawn cartoons. God really ed up with this drawing. Kinda like Stan Lee making Howard the Duck. Why the did he ever conjure that one up, let alone put it in a comic book? I mean, it's a ing duck as a superhero! What the hell was Lee smoking then (what's worse, why do I have #1-5 in Howard the ing Duck comics? Idiot kid.)? Never in his Supremeness did God ever conjure up such a throwaway design on a derelict generation - it belongs in his Supreme trashcan. With some luck, that's where it will go, and this candykid will all just be a bad memory to man, and a supreme up drawing from God with a blissfull ending in His Holy Eternal Trashbin.
So that's my gripe and I'm sticking to it. I may be a ing Grandpa in their eyes, but I still have a couple more neurons firing along than they, and Alzheimer's will hit them sooner me, so I've definitley got that to look forward to. It's all relative, really. |
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| occrider |
| Wow, you must be feeling old to write a 1,440 word rant on candy ravers :p |
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| TuanAnh213 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Aya Brea
i hear you. i'm only 18 and already sometimes i feel that way. i really miss being a young kid and i feel like time is flying by so quickly. |
you're 18 and you're feeling OLD? you're not even old enough to get into clubs or drink yet you're feeling old? u got a whole ing life ahead of you yet you feel OLD? have u even STARTED college yet let alone graduated from high school? im 18 and im sane enough to realize there's no way i can feel old when i haven't even started college, entered a club, bar, gambled, etc etc etc |
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| DrummeRaver86 |
| I'm only 16...but i want to get to 18. If you ask me being 17 is pointless. it's a teaser age...it's like, "now you have to wait another YEAR...mmmmmmmmuahahahahahaha!!" EVIL!!! |
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| butterfly |
| quote: | Originally posted by DrummeRaver86
I'm only 16...but i want to get to 18. If you ask me being 17 is pointless. it's a teaser age...it's like, "now you have to wait another YEAR...mmmmmmmmuahahahahahaha!!" EVIL!!! |
in new jersey 17 is good cause that is when you can drive. |
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| bia |
you are only as old as you feel....i'm 25 and have a 6 month old baby...i look like i'm 18.....no one ever believes me when i tell them how old i am--i still get carded for cigerettes.....and i get really nasty looks when i am out with my daughter.....people look at me and think "16 and pregnant".....i live my life like every day is my last day.....i have to admit though, when i turned 22 i was really upset because there was nothing to look forward too...but now i figure who even has to know your age, who cares....if you feel young and look young, then you are young;)
i still go out and have a great time just as i did when i was 18 and 21...yeah, i still party like a rockstar, but i pay the bills, work, and take care of my daughter too......i feel bad for the person who feels old at 21:rolleyes: |
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| CynepMeH |
| quote: | Originally posted by vmc
This may sound crap, but I'll have my 21st b-day in 1,5 months time and I feel kinda old... It's like all youth is slowly going to end up. I don't enjoy parties as before because there are clubs that my and my mates feel like we're the oldest on the dancefloor and that sucks. I don't want to get into really serious stuff such as marriage, full time job, living on my own or something soon, but I feel that it's all coming. Sometimes I feel like the life may be slipping through my fingers so I'm afraid that in future I will regret that I didn't something I could done now. I'm not a depressed person in any way, I'm happy with my life, but that's a really ty feeling I have sometimes.
I just wanted to share this. maybe someone feels the same as me... |
HUH?? Man! I'm 28, have a kid, and married! I still go out to clubs whenever I can get a chance... Sure, now I can't party like i did before but I am very much into the scene... maybe you should start going to different clubs... all the clubs have gone to because of candy kids but the scene lives on, it just goes deeper under ground. Believe it or not, even Trance is now breaking into "mainstream" and "underground"... Trust me, the best is yet to come.
If I was 21 now! ! shuttup! :toothless don't make me smack you, beavis! :tongue3 |
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| CynepMeH |
| quote: | Originally posted by MisterOpus1
I swear I'm being teased into believing that others feel as I do in my ripe old age of 29. I mean really, everytime I see another "I'm feeling old" thread, I get this overwhelming sense of sympathy, as I just want to so desperately relate to this fellow soul who's been down the same walks of 20's lifetime, only to find that this soul I've been yearning to relate to was likely still in grade school as I was trying to get my ass outa high school, way back when. Of course, age doesn't matter too much once you reach a certain level I guess, and there certainly is a great deal of maturity given to those who reach their 20's, but Christ oh Mighty what I would give to be twenty-ing-one again! I understand that you want to tell the world that you feel old at that ripe old age of 21 (Christ, 21?!? it's making me sick thinking about it...), but you're young as , and you're only beginning your life of the lost 20-something individual. So Happy Birthday with all sincerity, but damn don't tell me you're feeling old, will ya? What should I feel then, dead? Should I feel dead? Well, I guess sometimes I do, so no need to answer that, really.
I'll tell you about feeling a little old. Just last weekend I went to a "rave" or concert or whatever the you want to call them (it's not really a concert is it? It's just one ing guy up there, and he's not really conducting a goddamn symphony or anything. "Show". I shoulda just called the damn thing a "show". Oh well, where the hell was I?), and we had a nice general assortment of DJs - mostly Breaks DJs (Icey, Rap, a local kid C.Vaughn), and then you had Chicago's Green Velvet. I've seen a number of DJ's at this venue here (called Uptown Theatre) throughout the years, and I've got some nice memories of the place (well, somewhat - I really can't remember about anything I did back then - probably for the better). Great old feel to the place with a big balcony and some smaller opera-like balconies on the sides for those too-cool "VIP" folks. Holds about 1500, great for lights and lasers (Sasha and Digweed's tour last year was fantastic there), etc. etc.
But the last few shows I've seen there have kinda lost their luster a little bit, and I think my frustration of getting older and having fewer brain cells has been channeled upon a relatively easy target: Candy Kids. Now don't get me wrong, there's plenty of gripe to go around to the general assortment of people in the crowd: there's only so much body odor from those shirtless s I can take, coupled with those superficial VIP wannabe's who can't show enough of their boobjob to the world, or even the Guido-slick men who come their heads with a porkchop and are with their friends who spike their hair with a tub of gel and use their cat's claws for a brush. But the candykids just strike an untouchable nerve. You know, that nerve when a baby cries endlessly at a restaurant in a table next to yours while your're on a hot date, and you give the clueless parents a scolding look of disgust, only to get an equally contemptous look back as if the mother's saying, "You're going to deal with my little , because it's my right as a clueless, pushover parent to intrude and invade on your nice dinner, so You too!" Yeah, that nerve.
You just simply want to beat the crap out of an given candy-tard and scream "Why the do you look so incredibly retarded?!?" Well, this is where that overwhelming feeling of old age creeps in as you're strangling one of those E-tards with their beads, watching their vicks nasal rub stream down their face as their eyes stop rolling back for a moment as a hint of fear begins to creep into their minds. But then you realize you're not going to make a difference in their lives whatsoever (though you'll likely be doing the rest of the world a favor if you continue your stanglehold), and you release them from your old-hands death-grip and watch their eyes once again roll back into their heads as if they're re-activating the those 2 brain cells remaining in their overdosed heads to start moving along again, and they pick up their Dr. Seuss hats from the ground and pluck their ing baby pacifiers out of their asses (from which you firmly placed), sticking them back in their mouths and joyously skip off in their typical Gay-Raver dance (don't be confused with Michael Flatly's ing Riverdance, though it does resemble it somewhat), all the while the rest of their E-tarded friends are patronizing your age by calling you "old fart" and "later Grandpa" as they float away down the hall in their excessively baggy pants as if they never had feet. Kinda like that scene in the movie "Ghost" where the bad spirits come out of the woodworks to take "Willie" away as Patrick Swayze steps aside, watching as they disappear back into the shadows with their newly evil soul to take back down to Hades. If you're snickering at my terrible example, my ing point is they had no ing feet, the evil shadow souls, so stop making fun of me for knowing that damn movie. (Christ, I can't even blame the Mrs. on that one, I watched that damn movie on my own - was I that bored on a Sunday afternoon?!?)
I know these candy-tards attempt to coin themselves as the new generation of "hippies" and all - they really struggle to find their identities to be different from that other group of kids in high school that listen to the "normal" R&B and Top40's radio stations. I'm sure they mean well, and that they dare to be different (or more correctly as Weird Al says - "dare to be stupid"), but what's so damn funny and ironic is that in their quest to be different and nonconformist, they just walked into conformity. A group that wears the same godforsaken outfits and apparel as they do, talks the same way, pops the same amount of pills and various assortment of drugs everytime, listens to the same damn repetitive trance over and over, couldn't tell you the difference between Prog. and Hardcore (nor do they have the capacity to care), and likely wouldn't listen to Prog. or anything short of a 140 BPM baseline (those candy-s were at Uptown for Green Velvet only, and probably just wanted to hear the one and only song they knew about "popping pills" - some La La Land song they think). To compare this group to hippies a real insult to that 60's and 70's hippie generation. Of course, you could compare them to the hippies of today, but the hippies of today aren't really hippies - they don't really represent much of an anti-war movement or the music that it brought, though they still don't bathe, don't work, don't have any money, and are generally a collective embarrassment to the rest of their respective family members. So I guess a descent comparison could be made there, but that's about it.
Candy- E-tards look like badly drawn cartoons. In fact, I think it's fair to go out on a limb and conclude that they really ARE badly drawn cartoons. God really ed up with this drawing. Kinda like Stan Lee making Howard the Duck. Why the did he ever conjure that one up, let alone put it in a comic book? I mean, it's a ing duck as a superhero! What the hell was Lee smoking then (what's worse, why do I have #1-5 in Howard the ing Duck comics? Idiot kid.)? Never in his Supremeness did God ever conjure up such a throwaway design on a derelict generation - it belongs in his Supreme trashcan. With some luck, that's where it will go, and this candykid will all just be a bad memory to man, and a supreme up drawing from God with a blissfull ending in His Holy Eternal Trashbin.
So that's my gripe and I'm sticking to it. I may be a ing Grandpa in their eyes, but I still have a couple more neurons firing along than they, and Alzheimer's will hit them sooner me, so I've definitley got that to look forward to. It's all relative, really. |
BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:stongue::stongue::stongue::stongue::stongue::stongue:
ROFLMAO!!
RIGHT ON MAN! |
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