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dogma wrote:
The grass is always greener.

Very true indeed old boy..

I try and think that whenever I get a "what if" moment. It's a part of being human I think.. After all, we have to pick between things each and every day. Sometimes I'm pissed that I got the chicken instead of the steak, or the bitter instead of the stout, so I guess I would probably wish I had joined the RM if I became a Graphic Designer or an Engineer.

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Oh yeah, but If I'm pissed about getting the bitter instead of the stout, I always make sure I go back to the bar and get a stout as well.

Avatar 720 wrote:

Skycrawler wrote:What is this other people phenomenon that you refer to?

I jest, I was home schooled up until recently. My friends see me as the shy, quiet guy that doesn't speak unless he has something to say, except for one that is. She is the only reason I have friends because she literally grabbed my chair and drug dragged me over to the group because I looked so pathetic. I don't know how strangers see me, possibly they see a scared, scrawny guy who looks like he is lost, or lost in thought.

Sorry, it was annoying me

I don't care which sub-standard dictionaries allow this, Oxford, American Heritage and New World lexicographers do not recognise 'drug' in this context.

No need to apologize, I was unaware it was not a correct use of the word "drug".

Hopefully as a thoroughly nice chap since I went for a second interview for a better job today.

My friends know me for the pisstaking drunken layabout i am. So just a normal British bloke really.

Loner that mixed in somewhat with the art and music groups and was kinda like a honorary member of the valedictorian's circle. The most telling and common question though was people asking me to not blow up the place or reenact Columbine. Laughing was probably not the best reaction in the situation... I was always really shy and quiet, but was told later on that I looked like someone with a lot of pent up rage. Eh, nowadays I get mistaken as a stoner most commonly.