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Candor

I was home-schooled from 1st grade to 7th grade, and in that time period my family was either traveling or living in places that didn’t have that many neighbors close by. So the only way I learned how friends interact with each other was through watching my parents interact with the people they met.

And in every situation, it seemed like my parents were the nicest, friendliest people of all time. I mean, they would just talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk with these people about pretty much anything for hours on end, with neither them nor their friends showing any signs of weariness, boredom or lack of topics of conversation. Friendship, therefore, meant someone with whom you could talk freely and openly for as long as desired with neither party getting bored or running out of things to talk about.

Well, I rarely have that, if ever. My conversations with people usually consist of “Hi”, “How are you?” and then awkward silence until I realize that they never really wanted to talk to me in the first place and I leave. In most cases, I’m surrounded by people with no common interests, not even a few, so there’s even less to try to talk about.

BIG Rant (strong language)

So today i was surrounded by four liberals who were thoroughly “berned”, if you know what i mean, and were talking about racism and politics and the Oscars in very typical tumblr fashion. Forget me being conservative, i’m the only one at the table who’s not a complete lunatic!

And one of them said something about how people like us (ie. white people) see representation of themselves all the time in the media.

Excuse me, but that’s not entirely true. The only representation of people like me i see is negative. Metal-heads are always depicted as a-holes, layabouts, irresponsible partiers or outright thugs. Outside of metal, anyone with long hair and a beard is always depicted as homeless, a dumb-ass liberal hippie, a low-life, or a cult leader like charles manson. Even further, when men are being depicted in a positive light, as being handsome and attractive, they’re always bald or short-haired and clean-shaven. These days, however, a lot of men are being depicted as weak, ineffectual and incompetent. Christians, of course, are either depicted as naive and ignorant or maniacal and dangerous. Straight men are often depicted as leading dick-first. And, of course, white people are ALWAYS being depicted as evil, cruel and violent.

So get the fuck out of here with your “representation” bullshit, you liberal @&$^! I get shat upon on a regular basis by your beloved media and i’m expected to just shut up and take it because “lol, you have enough representation cuz you’re white.”

No matter how nice i am, no matter if i agree with you or not, no matter if i feel guilty or not for something i can’t control, to you liberals i will always be the enemy because of my skin color, gender and religious preference.

Keeping My Hair

Okay, so if any of you have seen any of the few pictures of me, you know that i have long hair. i’ve been growing it out since the beginning of my senior year of high school (back in 2008) and i haven’t cut it in any serious way since then.

Now when i began, this was kind of a protest of sorts. Everyone i knew back in Tennessee had short or buzz-cut hair. i didn’t want to be associated with that, so i let my hair grow out (also i was starting to get into metal music, so it seemed natural to grow my hair out, in order to do that Amon Amarth synchronized wind-mill head-banging).

Eight years later and i’m mostly jaded at the metal scene, being full of stereotypes and narrow-minded people. But i’m still keeping my long hair. This time for another reason altogether, and it’s not necessarily a “protest.” Here in California, long hair isn’t as rare as it was back east. Nowadays, the people on here from conservativeblr would probably shoot me on sight, taking me for a liberal hippie, and think nothing of it, even though i’m probably the most right-leaning, non-racist long-haired person most of you will ever meet.

But i’m still keeping my hair. And here is why. All the males in my family have receding hair-lines. My paternal grandfather is mostly bald (though probably from shaving, but he certainly lost quite a bit of his hair naturally), my dad had a receding hair-line, as do most of his brothers. And since i look more like my father than my mother (my brothers all got her genes, so they probably will keep their hair longer), i can probably expect to lose my hair. Already it comes out in disturbing amounts in the shower. So instead of speeding up the hair-loss process by chopping it all off to fit in with all of you skinheads, i’m keeping my hair for as long as i have it.

I didn’t know that “Friends Day” existed, and if i did, it wouldn’t matter because i have no friends.

Seriously, you people who put up with me on here would rather die than befriend me in real-life. I’ve been around goths in real-life and they exude defensive, unfriendly vibes. and you conservatives would probably be the ass-holes driving around in your trucks, shouting insults at me on my bike because “lol, it’s fun”. and you christians would be too busy praising Jesus with your christian friends to even give me a second thought.

and all that aside, i look like a hobo (long brown hair, scruffy beard, drab clothes), and those freaks who like charles manson wouldn’t even want to be around me as it is, as i’d be “too vanilla” for their racist liberal asses!

my family doesn’t really celebrate Christmas in any meaningful way anymore, i’m working Christmas eve, i have no friends my own age who a) like me enough to invite me to anything, b) live in my area or c) are even in town, and none of the people i am connected with on here or on facebook care enough to even send me a Merry Christmas message…and as if that were not enough, i live in fucking california where it never snows! it feels like all the magic of the holidays is dead to me.

but you know what? just because i’m having a shitty holiday doesn’t mean you should, or that i hold you any ill-will. Merry Christmas, god jule, Happy Chanukah and whatever other holiday you celebrate this year’s end, let it be a good one.

Why Being a Baritone Sucks

1) Nobody writes music for baritones. It’s all for mezzos, sopranos or those fucking tenor pricks!

2) Jazz, opera and musical theater have one of two roles for you to play: villain or parent. Neither of which you can play until you’re 50.

3) You can pretty much forget about popular music as a career.

4) 75% of heavy metal bands growl, so no place for you there.

5) Good luck finding songs in your range to sing!

6) Good luck finding music styles within your range. It’s either Elvis (who is more or less a joke), Jim Morrison (another counter-culture douche-bag like John Lennon), Danzig (who is as much of a “joke” as Elvis after being punched out by a fan) or fucking Peter Steele (whose music will bore you to death before depression actually sets in).

7) Good luck competing against the likes of Bruce Dickinson or Ed Sheeran

8) All you will get is “supporting” everyone else in a choir