saveliberty
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.... I was most likely in the "Reject" category. I never fit in with any of the defined groups and, if I didn't have a boyfriend, would just sit at the table were other "non conformists" sat.....
...We were called 'Band Fags'...
Yeah, I remember that one too.
Ironically, there was quite a bit of hetero hanky-pankage going on during some of those band trips. I had the good fortune of having a girlfriend who was a member of the auxiliary unit for the better part of my two seasons in the marching band. Good times.
Funny thing is, within the band group itself, we called the male auxiliary members "flaggots". .................
...'stinky pinky'...
...We were called 'Band Fags'...
Yeah, I remember that one too.
Ironically, there was quite a bit of hetero hanky-pankage going on during some of those band trips. I had the good fortune of having a girlfriend who was a member of the auxiliary unit for the better part of my two seasons in the marching band. Good times.
Funny thing is, within the band group itself, we called the male auxiliary members "flaggots". .................
Dam straight! I got my first 'stinky pinky' on a 7th grade trip down to U of Alabama.
-Geaux
What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
...We were called 'Band Fags'...
Yeah, I remember that one too.
Ironically, there was quite a bit of hetero hanky-pankage going on during some of those band trips. I had the good fortune of having a girlfriend who was a member of the auxiliary unit for the better part of my two seasons in the marching band. Good times.
Funny thing is, within the band group itself, we called the male auxiliary members "flaggots". .................
Dam straight! I got my first 'stinky pinky' on a 7th grade trip down to U of Alabama.
-Geaux
Are you saying that the band girls were sluts and whores? Having sex with boys before being married? OMG! Sinners!!!
Also, I've seen some of those band girls, so that's quite surprising.
I was last chair trombone. I liked band because we traveled and played in concerts. I was pretty much forced to play the trombone because my brothers played it and my parents didn't want to buy me a guitar.Band geek/nerd. Took first chair trumpet away from a senior my freshman year. Then I dropped out of HS altogether after my sophomore year. Turbulent times at home.
What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
I learned that people who sometimes smile in your face are your worst critics. Best thing I learned is never let what they think bother you. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't change them. Give them back their hatred and it only justifies their feelings of ill will towards you.What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
that's true... I felt like an outcast, then came to find out later people just thought I was a stuck up bitch.
some things never change...
I learned that people who sometimes smile in your face are your worst critics. Best thing I learned is never let what they think bother you. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't change them. Give them back their hatred and it only justifies their feelings of ill will towards you.What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
that's true... I felt like an outcast, then came to find out later people just thought I was a stuck up bitch.
some things never change...
I don't hang around bad people. I didn't fit in with the cool kids because I wasn't one of them. Making fun of or picking on other kids bothered me.
Friend of mine was a a band-geek. This one kid liked shoving smaller kids into lockers and he tried it on my friend. My friend kicked him in the nuts......It was so cool. It was so funny seeing this bully laying on the floor grasping at his nads while writhing in pain. Classic.
I learned that people who sometimes smile in your face are your worst critics. Best thing I learned is never let what they think bother you. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't change them. Give them back their hatred and it only justifies their feelings of ill will towards you.What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
that's true... I felt like an outcast, then came to find out later people just thought I was a stuck up bitch.
some things never change...
I don't hang around bad people. I didn't fit in with the cool kids because I wasn't one of them. Making fun of or picking on other kids bothered me.
Friend of mine was a a band-geek. This one kid liked shoving smaller kids into lockers and he tried it on my friend. My friend kicked him in the nuts......It was so cool. It was so funny seeing this bully laying on the floor grasping at his nads while writhing in pain. Classic.
When I was in Jr. High and High School, I just wanted to be around people that I felt comfortable and natural with. Not having to watch what I say, wear etc. I'm still like that, but like you said, you just have to "be" and people will like you or not.... many times not in my case .... which is okay (now) .... when you don't fit people's perceptions of what they think you should be, it throws them off and they don't know what to do with that, so they avoid you.
I never wanted to see anyone hurting. I figure people are jerks for a reason - most likely because their parents are jerks.........
I learned that people who sometimes smile in your face are your worst critics. Best thing I learned is never let what they think bother you. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't change them. Give them back their hatred and it only justifies their feelings of ill will towards you.What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.Hmm....interesting question. I didn't fit into any of those categories, although i got along with all of them. I was the lead singer in a band and did a lot of work at the local volunteer theater as an actor and dancer. I also played middle linebacker and was on the debate and chess teams. So I guess I was kind of a jack of all trades. However, all that stage work did afford me a lot of attention from the girls and I was a hell of a sweet talker and kind of a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy (and given my raging hormones and opportunity, I took full advantage of it), so I guess if you asked my classmates they would probably categorize me as a "playa". Although we wouldn't have used that term back then. Let's just say that most of my friends got far less friendly when their sisters were around me.
that's true... I felt like an outcast, then came to find out later people just thought I was a stuck up bitch.
some things never change...
I don't hang around bad people. I didn't fit in with the cool kids because I wasn't one of them. Making fun of or picking on other kids bothered me.
Friend of mine was a a band-geek. This one kid liked shoving smaller kids into lockers and he tried it on my friend. My friend kicked him in the nuts......It was so cool. It was so funny seeing this bully laying on the floor grasping at his nads while writhing in pain. Classic.
When I was in Jr. High and High School, I just wanted to be around people that I felt comfortable and natural with. Not having to watch what I say, wear etc. I'm still like that, but like you said, you just have to "be" and people will like you or not.... many times not in my case .... which is okay (now) .... when you don't fit people's perceptions of what they think you should be, it throws them off and they don't know what to do with that, so they avoid you.
I never wanted to see anyone hurting. I figure people are jerks for a reason - most likely because their parents are jerks.........
Who knows.
Often times some kid I didn't even know would come up and start cussing at me. His friends would stand back to see what happens. Usually I would pop him in the nose and he'd start crying. This was why I was so fast a runner. Running from 20 assholes builds your endurance.
I learned that people who sometimes smile in your face are your worst critics. Best thing I learned is never let what they think bother you. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't change them. Give them back their hatred and it only justifies their feelings of ill will towards you.What we call ourselves sometimes is quite different from what others call us behind our backs.
that's true... I felt like an outcast, then came to find out later people just thought I was a stuck up bitch.
some things never change...
I don't hang around bad people. I didn't fit in with the cool kids because I wasn't one of them. Making fun of or picking on other kids bothered me.
Friend of mine was a a band-geek. This one kid liked shoving smaller kids into lockers and he tried it on my friend. My friend kicked him in the nuts......It was so cool. It was so funny seeing this bully laying on the floor grasping at his nads while writhing in pain. Classic.
When I was in Jr. High and High School, I just wanted to be around people that I felt comfortable and natural with. Not having to watch what I say, wear etc. I'm still like that, but like you said, you just have to "be" and people will like you or not.... many times not in my case .... which is okay (now) .... when you don't fit people's perceptions of what they think you should be, it throws them off and they don't know what to do with that, so they avoid you.
I never wanted to see anyone hurting. I figure people are jerks for a reason - most likely because their parents are jerks.........
Who knows.
Often times some kid I didn't even know would come up and start cussing at me. His friends would stand back to see what happens. Usually I would pop him in the nose and he'd start crying. This was why I was so fast a runner. Running from 20 assholes builds your endurance.
I only had the nerve once I had had enough of this girl harassing me and I shoved her up against the lockers. She never bothered me again... but I hate confrontation........