Forced emotions
Saturday, 24. June 2006, 19:25:38
Hi folks!
Friends who know me will not believe it, but this post is about football.
To be clear: For me, football is totally boring. Its best usage is helping me to fall asleep faster when I accidentially switch to it on tv.
But okay, why not. Surely I like hundreds of things which most other people find extremely boring. I could tell you about linux kernel compilation now, but you would leave my page after 2 paragraphs. So I just don't do it.
And that's the point of my post. I don't do that. I will never force somebody to listen to my linux adventures. I will never force anybody to listen to my strange EBM/Goth/Darkwave music. I would never ask somebody to wear black clothes, too.
So why on earth are football fans unable to celebrate by themselves?
Why do they shout at me while I'm shopping?
Why do they honk when I'm driving by?
Why do the wave banners on the middle of the road when I just want to pass along with my car?
Why do they detonate fireworks until midnight and even longer?
Why do I have so many problems when I just want to buy some f***ing toilet paper without a football theme on it???
This is that intrusive, I really miss the right words for it. It's kind of mental rape!
They forcefully try to make me believe the same as them.
In germany, we have a strange sect calling themselves "Zeugen Jehovas". They are forbidden to try to evangelize you on the street. They may stand there and offer you brochures, but they are not allowed to talk to you for this subject. I think this is absolutely fine. I don't want to get evangelized by the Zeugen Jehovas, not by a catholic priest, not by a Scientology member and for sure also not by a braindead football fan!
They just need to meet each other in soundproof rooms and call themselves "anonymous shoutaholics" and I'm fine with them again.
I will now lock my doors and windows, put on my earmuffs and won't go out until the world championship is over, or I ran out of food, or I need to go back to work.
Whatever happens first.
Friends who know me will not believe it, but this post is about football.
To be clear: For me, football is totally boring. Its best usage is helping me to fall asleep faster when I accidentially switch to it on tv.
But okay, why not. Surely I like hundreds of things which most other people find extremely boring. I could tell you about linux kernel compilation now, but you would leave my page after 2 paragraphs. So I just don't do it.
And that's the point of my post. I don't do that. I will never force somebody to listen to my linux adventures. I will never force anybody to listen to my strange EBM/Goth/Darkwave music. I would never ask somebody to wear black clothes, too.
So why on earth are football fans unable to celebrate by themselves?
Why do they shout at me while I'm shopping?
Why do they honk when I'm driving by?
Why do the wave banners on the middle of the road when I just want to pass along with my car?
Why do they detonate fireworks until midnight and even longer?
Why do I have so many problems when I just want to buy some f***ing toilet paper without a football theme on it???
This is that intrusive, I really miss the right words for it. It's kind of mental rape!
They forcefully try to make me believe the same as them.
In germany, we have a strange sect calling themselves "Zeugen Jehovas". They are forbidden to try to evangelize you on the street. They may stand there and offer you brochures, but they are not allowed to talk to you for this subject. I think this is absolutely fine. I don't want to get evangelized by the Zeugen Jehovas, not by a catholic priest, not by a Scientology member and for sure also not by a braindead football fan!
They just need to meet each other in soundproof rooms and call themselves "anonymous shoutaholics" and I'm fine with them again.
I will now lock my doors and windows, put on my earmuffs and won't go out until the world championship is over, or I ran out of food, or I need to go back to work.
Whatever happens first.
WIDGETIZE
NeveroddoreveN # 24. June 2006, 19:58
Ich verrate Dir was furchtbar geheimes: Ich hatte mir vorgenommen niemandem davon zu erzählen aber ich habe mich heimlich über die Zeiten der Spiele und die Ergebnisse informiert um zu wissen, wann ich aus dem Weg gehen muss.
Sogar das mit dem Toilettenpapier habe ich nun zum dritten Mal (sic!) gehört. Himmel sei Dank habe ICH normales bekommen - und das ohne Mehraufwand. Soll ich Dir ein wenig davon schicken? Damit kann man sich die Augen und Ohren verbinden
Fatimah # 18. July 2006, 23:52
I don't go into football or baseball stadiums it's to dangerous