Pride Cometh before the....
fall?...or thestupid looking dreamcatcher/indian paraphenalia hanging from someone's rear view mirror...or tattooed on their arm for that matter...
It has always been interesting to me to see what people PRIDE themselves in...what people think about themselves...how people go about trying to represent what they value or what they think is indicative of their persona. Think of it as your own theme music playing wherever you go, well who chooses that music? What songs are gonna be played and why? What are you trying to tell us about yourself?
What is it that makes us think that we are a certain way or that some thing or some symbol or some song could be our vehicle by which we express to the world; hey this is soooo ME! But we all do it and we all see these attemps to express our self image to the world around us....
1) The Ride:
Some people express themselves through their vehicles. Guys pay thousands of dollars and put oversized tires on their trucks so they will never get stuck in the mud that they would never drive in because they spend even more money keeping those very tires super clean and immaculate. People buy fast cars or make their cars faster so the can project their image of being some kind of speed demon or racer...thats funny, the last time i checked, you have to abide by the same speed limit that i do and i also checked on cop cars...yeah, they are much faster than your fast and the furious wanna be ride and they will give you ticket...but im sure that they are impressed with your "paul walker" image. Others tattoo their cars with bumper stickers and sayings and all sorts of stuff that are intended to make me think a certain way about them. Im not gonna talk about the bullet hole stickers...there is an entire blog dedicated to that mess. "god is my co pilot" - good for you, but i didn't know that you were flying while we are all out here driving cars with tires on a road...maybe you should put that sticker on your airplane.
2) The Talk:
You dont have to be around most people very long before you can find out what they are all about...I love it when im talking to someone and i get that feeling that they are just waiting for an emphatic pause so that they can jump in and start on their stuff. Or the "my story is a little bit better than yours" talker. Dont matter what you say or how awesome your side of the convo is; theirs has to be a little bit better, and they usually lead into it with one of these: "oh yeah, thats cool, but check this out..so the other day..." then they go on to tell their better story or experience with you. Here is an idea, let me talk and you listen, then comment on what i say, ask questions about what i say and then once that chapter of time is over then you may proceed with your side at which point i'll listen and comment and ask questions on what you have just relayed to me. (sounds like the begining of a good blog called Conversation Rules..hmmm)
3) The Bling;
A western shirt and faded jeans dont make you any more country than going to mc donalds makes you a hamburger. For some reason lots of people think that what they wear says who they are. I guess im supposed to think that the little 13 yr old punk who died his hair black and wears camo jeans and a hoodi is some kind of tough guy...no i think you are 13 yr old boy who cant think for himself so you let whatever is on the Hollister model outside of their tiki hut in the mall tell you what to wear. Oh you got a eye brow ring, a nose ring, and your lip and cartlidge pierced...well good for you, just dont expect me to be scared of because you decided to make your face look like you fell nose first in an open tackle box. Most teachers have resigned to wearing those mom jeans( you know the kinds that come up to your neck and the legs are tapered and the fronts are pleated..specifically designed to make one as unattractive as possible) and sweater vest...not all but most. Most 20-something guys are trying to portray the "cool guy" look no matter if they are cool or not. The dress shirt, untucked, sleeves rolled back, dark jean, thick ban watch, and flat toed shoes. This would be ok if every guy in America did not wear this to go out...But i guess we are tyring to tell you ladies that even though we flip hamburgers at mcdonalds we will dress like we own the franchise.
posted by hansen @ 2:18 PM
16 Comments:
Falling face first into an open tackle box.... priceless.
By the way... the snippet there about McDonalds reminded me of the individual who sued because the coffee was a bit too hot...
I think I'm gonna sue them as well because the McNuggets I had last night tasted way too much like chicken.
Bravo on the blog... I was not let down... nor did I anticipate being let down for that matter.
I love the part about the trucks that are all pimped out or the cars that can go 200 mph, but where exactly are they going to drive that car? in europe? I have always wondered about that.
Great post as always! I look forward to the one about Conversation Rules.
good stuff man on point as always
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I would absolutely be all for the conversation rules post! "emphatic pause so that they can jump in and start on their stuff." drives me crazy.
Always interesting to see how people view themselves and want others to view them. I think the people around you bring a lot of it out. You always play the role of the person you are with certain people, like Pastor Hansen, or Hansen with the boys, or Hansen the baby boy with your turkey sandwich at Thanksgiving!
Oh and I don't mean just you, I mean all people, I was just using you as an example b/c this is your post. You get it.
Oh the joy I feel on this day in blogdom. I am so proud of your update. Not many do so anymore so to know that we have not lost you from this world forever thrills my soul. I bless thee in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, blessed three in one.
"Shall we gather at the river, the beautiful, the beautiful river. Gather with the saints at the river that flows from the throne of God......"
Hallelujah, AAAAAAAAAMEN!
*to further explain my point...
I was not attacking Panset. I'm saying all people have different personalities depending on who they are around. I have "Amber at work", "Amber the big sister at home", "Amber the sarcastic girl with ec friends", "Amber the pew jumper at church"
hate.
Hanson=Jerry Seinfeld of the south.
personally i think you should get a boom box and carry it on your shoulder, stop, push play, and rock out the theme.
hey...check out my blog...i'll email you on myspace cuz we've gotta catch up!
preach it brother preach it. down here its all about the bling, car, or plastic surgery. if there is more plastic in your boobs than in your purse, then you need to re-evaluate your life.
nate- you read my blog
andrea-you will have a caravan
dave-what are you trying to tell us with the strap?
jessica-on its way
beaver-your stuff is good always..what you up to these days?
amber-why doesth thou hateth me?
brian-yep there are a few of us that still like the blog world...how are you by the way
barret-you are the ansul adams of the va beach area
emily-i already commented on your blog
erin-are you trying to "one uppers" my blog?..jk..just some obervations, glad im not the only one noticing them
fawn-great post...keep running!
b-rock-dont you just love the fact that your state...where english is the second language
jesus jones-convo rules are comming...im wearing a West Coast Choppers t shirt, but i can cause i met jessie james and he said i could
i see it! that's special. personally if i saw you going down the street like that, i would SOOO stop to talk to you! good stuff!
don't try to turn it around now b/c you've admitted to hating me for like 6 years.
Thanks, that's quite a compliment.
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