Have you ever been in a predicament where one of your friends just totally changes your outlook on things. It really does just take one person to make you question people and their intentions. Not that I'm not a happy-go-lucky guy anymore. Believe me, when I'm out, I'M OUT! And it's all about me. Well okay, I'm kidding...half kidding. Well it happened to me once. Someone screwed me over, then all of a sudden I was feeling like people were whispering and giving me those "there he is" looks.
I only thought about this today when a friend of mine, not only on Facebook, but a dear friend of mine in real time, posted something about being tired of people talking behind their back. I gave this friend the same advice any fun-loving individual would have given. Don't sweat it. When they stop talking about you, that's when you should worry. Whether people are saying something great or something completely blasphemous about your persona, your character, your credibility, you should be happy that they're even taking notice. It means there's something about you that was good enough to peak that person's interest.
I like to think I'm a show-stopper (to quote Christian Siriano: "I'm kind of a big deal in my head), and I like to pretend it's all about me when I'm out, but I do credit my friends and family for allowing me to believe that. :)
So I know that no matter what people think about me, the point is, they're thinking about me! What else should matter. Like my PR agent would say (If I had one), "Any press is good press." Someone get this bitch a drink! I'm here for the party, and I'm here to have a good time, no matter what people want to say. CHEERS!
So just remember, the next time someone is talking about you in the negative, that's just one person. Other people are adoring you for who you are: a friend, a sibling, a role model. Pay no mind that they're being messy, just remember to have fun and that they're talking about you because you somehow matter to them. ;)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Your life starts everyday when you leave your work place
I've often heard people talk about not taking their work home with them. Yet those people still take their work home with them. I guess I should explain. People can take their work home with them in a couple of different ways. They can physically take it home with them. These are the real workaholics. These are the people who actually take their reports home, or their products home, and find ways of improving them even though they've already gone over them several times at work.
Then there are those who take their work home mentally. They don't see it because they're not bringing home something tangible, but work is totally still lingering at home. These are the people who go home, and unknowingly (at least I hope it's unknowingly) talk about all the dull and annoying occurrences they endured throughout the work day. I'm not going to lie. I've fallen victim to this before. I used to catch myself doing this from time to time, then I realized it was only when I was hanging out with people from work.
So here's the key. If you can't stop talking about work when you're around people from work, it's time for intervention. Either that or stop hanging out with them. Luckily I no longer work with anyone I have anything in common with. It not only makes work better, but it totally boosts my social life.
It's great to have friends with many common interests, but it's also great to have friends with varied interests from your own. It can be fun to have a diverse group of friends. They can bring different ideas and different facets of fun to a conversation.
This doesn't necessarily mean hanging out with coworkers is a no-no. I've worked with people who I adored to death. In fact a couple of my closest friends are people I worked with. What people should remember is that they need to leave work at work. It's once you leave work that your actual life begins. I guess that doesn't hold true for people who eat, drink, and breathe work, but that's a whole other breed of human being. ;)
Then there are those who take their work home mentally. They don't see it because they're not bringing home something tangible, but work is totally still lingering at home. These are the people who go home, and unknowingly (at least I hope it's unknowingly) talk about all the dull and annoying occurrences they endured throughout the work day. I'm not going to lie. I've fallen victim to this before. I used to catch myself doing this from time to time, then I realized it was only when I was hanging out with people from work.
So here's the key. If you can't stop talking about work when you're around people from work, it's time for intervention. Either that or stop hanging out with them. Luckily I no longer work with anyone I have anything in common with. It not only makes work better, but it totally boosts my social life.
It's great to have friends with many common interests, but it's also great to have friends with varied interests from your own. It can be fun to have a diverse group of friends. They can bring different ideas and different facets of fun to a conversation.
This doesn't necessarily mean hanging out with coworkers is a no-no. I've worked with people who I adored to death. In fact a couple of my closest friends are people I worked with. What people should remember is that they need to leave work at work. It's once you leave work that your actual life begins. I guess that doesn't hold true for people who eat, drink, and breathe work, but that's a whole other breed of human being. ;)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Times are a Changin'
http://www.cnn.com/2011/LIVING/08/12/norton.attell.comedy/index.html?hpt=en_c2
Funny how a friend was discussing something very similar to this just last night. The link above mentions Dave Attell who sort of chronicled the night life after hours scene several years back. According to the article, kids these days are "more content just to be on Facebook" and taking pictures to "post to their buddies." I can see this.
Last night, some friends and I were discussing a local club, The Saint, and how wild it used to be when I was a kid. Fifteen years ago, it was common for five guys to be hurtled in the one and only bathroom stall inside the men's restroom. I joked that we all knew what they were doing, but my friend put it best when he wittingly said the days of "doing a line of coke off a drag queen's tit" were gone.
The club, which recently relocated about two blocks down from where it used to be, has moved away from all the action. The San Antonio "strip," as it is known to many has far been the hang out of every homo from here to eternity in this city. I didn't really care about the move, seeing as to how I hadn't really hung out at The Saint in years, but I never expected to see it's demise. Not that the club is officially dead or anything like that, but rumor has it that the club is not as thriving as it once was in it's previous home.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that kids today are more conservative than they were 15 years ago. Attell is right when he says they would rather be on FB. Look around you, in any restaurant, at any social funtion, and you'll see kids on their phones checking their latest updates and uploading their latest photos rather than interacting with one another in many cases.
Really the only reason kids have changed is because technology has progressed. I went from having an Ericsson T18z back then, to an iPhone 4. It's like we define ourselves today by our technological toys.
Well if there's one thing that hasn't changed from 15 years ago, it's knowing how to have a good time. And I sure as hell haven't forgotten how to do that. So follow me if you wanna have fun. Technology or not, I'm still TheGossipGuy, and I'm still one crazy kid at heart!
Funny how a friend was discussing something very similar to this just last night. The link above mentions Dave Attell who sort of chronicled the night life after hours scene several years back. According to the article, kids these days are "more content just to be on Facebook" and taking pictures to "post to their buddies." I can see this.
Last night, some friends and I were discussing a local club, The Saint, and how wild it used to be when I was a kid. Fifteen years ago, it was common for five guys to be hurtled in the one and only bathroom stall inside the men's restroom. I joked that we all knew what they were doing, but my friend put it best when he wittingly said the days of "doing a line of coke off a drag queen's tit" were gone.
The club, which recently relocated about two blocks down from where it used to be, has moved away from all the action. The San Antonio "strip," as it is known to many has far been the hang out of every homo from here to eternity in this city. I didn't really care about the move, seeing as to how I hadn't really hung out at The Saint in years, but I never expected to see it's demise. Not that the club is officially dead or anything like that, but rumor has it that the club is not as thriving as it once was in it's previous home.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that kids today are more conservative than they were 15 years ago. Attell is right when he says they would rather be on FB. Look around you, in any restaurant, at any social funtion, and you'll see kids on their phones checking their latest updates and uploading their latest photos rather than interacting with one another in many cases.
Really the only reason kids have changed is because technology has progressed. I went from having an Ericsson T18z back then, to an iPhone 4. It's like we define ourselves today by our technological toys.
Well if there's one thing that hasn't changed from 15 years ago, it's knowing how to have a good time. And I sure as hell haven't forgotten how to do that. So follow me if you wanna have fun. Technology or not, I'm still TheGossipGuy, and I'm still one crazy kid at heart!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
80s parents were the bomb!
After reevaluating the Nightmare On Elm Street franchise this past week, I learned something I had never really thought about before. Every kids' parents in those movies had problems. So I began to ask myself: "Could the storyline have been wrong?"
Here's my reasoning: We all know from the original that Fred Krueger was a child killer set free on a technicality. According to Marge Thompson (Nancy's mom in the original), the parents got together, hunted him down, and burned him alive. Now Freddy returns in the nightmares of their kids and kills them in their sleep.
If you've taken a close look at each installment (not counting A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge, as it lacked the same substance as the others), most of the parents seemed to be alcoholics or just plain troubled in some way. Of course Marge Thompson was just the best! She was always drunk, almost adding an element of comedy to the film. In almost every scene, she has a bottle of vodka with her. In Dream Warriors, Kristen Parker's mom was a neurotic chain smoker, while in Dream Master, we revert back to alcoholism with Mr. Johnson (Rick and Alice's dad).
So what if the parents were wrong? What if Fred Krueger wasn't some monster? Instead think about this: What if after a long night of partying, the Elm Street parents were just so wasted they accidentally murdered Freddy? It's possible. We've all heard strange stories of what people can do in a drunken state of mind. It would still make sense as far as the story goes: Wild party gone bad. Drunk group kills guy. Dead guy takes revenge by killing their kids. I'd buy that.
It's just something to think about. I mean, we all know the real synopsis of the film, but this could have been a real possibility is all I'm saying.
I also have to bring up a funny fact from the original film. While watching it last night, I noticed what I would have considered a serious time lapse. Let me take you back to A Nightmare On Elm Street. Nancy calls her boyfriend Glen at 11:42pm and warns him not to fall asleep. Glen dies at exactly midnight (we know this because the tv station he is watching announces the time right before it signs off). By 12:10am, the police and EMS are all on the scene already cleaning up the mess. At that moment, Nancy calls her father and tells here she's going to grab Krueger for him, but he needs to show up at her door across the street in 20 minutes. As she says: "That would be exactly half past 12." After her phone conversation, she manages to booby trap the entire house and have a heart to heart talk with her mother (not realizing it would be the last time she spoke to her). Finally Nancy sets the alarm on her watch for 12:30am giving her ten minutes to fall asleep and grab the maniac. Did anyone else ever notice that she was able to do all of that in only TEN MINUTES? Oh the possibilities.
Now I invite all of you to go back and watch these movies, and see if you can pick up on anything others may have missed. You can actually make it a movie night with friends and turn it into a game. LOL!
Here's my reasoning: We all know from the original that Fred Krueger was a child killer set free on a technicality. According to Marge Thompson (Nancy's mom in the original), the parents got together, hunted him down, and burned him alive. Now Freddy returns in the nightmares of their kids and kills them in their sleep.
If you've taken a close look at each installment (not counting A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge, as it lacked the same substance as the others), most of the parents seemed to be alcoholics or just plain troubled in some way. Of course Marge Thompson was just the best! She was always drunk, almost adding an element of comedy to the film. In almost every scene, she has a bottle of vodka with her. In Dream Warriors, Kristen Parker's mom was a neurotic chain smoker, while in Dream Master, we revert back to alcoholism with Mr. Johnson (Rick and Alice's dad).
So what if the parents were wrong? What if Fred Krueger wasn't some monster? Instead think about this: What if after a long night of partying, the Elm Street parents were just so wasted they accidentally murdered Freddy? It's possible. We've all heard strange stories of what people can do in a drunken state of mind. It would still make sense as far as the story goes: Wild party gone bad. Drunk group kills guy. Dead guy takes revenge by killing their kids. I'd buy that.
It's just something to think about. I mean, we all know the real synopsis of the film, but this could have been a real possibility is all I'm saying.
I also have to bring up a funny fact from the original film. While watching it last night, I noticed what I would have considered a serious time lapse. Let me take you back to A Nightmare On Elm Street. Nancy calls her boyfriend Glen at 11:42pm and warns him not to fall asleep. Glen dies at exactly midnight (we know this because the tv station he is watching announces the time right before it signs off). By 12:10am, the police and EMS are all on the scene already cleaning up the mess. At that moment, Nancy calls her father and tells here she's going to grab Krueger for him, but he needs to show up at her door across the street in 20 minutes. As she says: "That would be exactly half past 12." After her phone conversation, she manages to booby trap the entire house and have a heart to heart talk with her mother (not realizing it would be the last time she spoke to her). Finally Nancy sets the alarm on her watch for 12:30am giving her ten minutes to fall asleep and grab the maniac. Did anyone else ever notice that she was able to do all of that in only TEN MINUTES? Oh the possibilities.
Now I invite all of you to go back and watch these movies, and see if you can pick up on anything others may have missed. You can actually make it a movie night with friends and turn it into a game. LOL!
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