August 22, 2006


Saturday, somehow managing to stay conscious after my injury, cousin's hubby and I walked into their house, lugging our forties of Mickey's fine malt liquor brew. S asked us how the day went, and B (her hubby) says, "Damn, your cousin is a puss. He got a blister sweeping a tiny room out. I swear it wasn't no bigger than (motions an area about 4 x 4) this." We both laughed, and then I watched in shock as my cousin lit into him...

"You're a walking, talkin' penis. You know that??? I can't believe what a dick you can be..." B and I looked at each other, and then B said, "Easy... it's just a guy thing. He showed me that blister, and you've got to make fun of him. It's expected. I wouldn't make fun of him if I didn't like the guy!"

To which I responded, "And I never would have shown him the damn blister if I wasn't comfortable around the guy. I expected him to make jokes... hell, I started it by mentioning how sad it was that I got a blister that easily..." She still thinks he was being a dick, which is kinda cool, in a way. I never thought my cousin would rush to my defense like that...

Anyway, it got me thinking about how so many of us are so cautious with what we want to show of ourselves (personality or otherwise) to other folks, and then once we reach a certain comfort level, we expect to be given a rough time about those things. Where we once kept things hidden, all of the sudden we feel the need to toss those very things out for ridicule... a definite sign of comfort, if not a bit strange.

It applies to blogging, too. For instance, I never would have shown you folks my crotch if I weren't comfortable around you weirdos. Hell, I almost posted a pic of my chest encased in a soaking wet t-shirt the other day, but I didn't. Hey. I'm a sensitive guy, and I knew that posting my crotch ruined Quality Weenie's weekend... I wasn't about to throw her off again. Because I care. Though, I think I may be on to something... crotch... Quality Weenie. Crotch. Weenie. Quality Crotch. I may just be too damn tempting... she wasn't really turned off like she tried to sound.

Thus were the thoughts behind the blister posting. I knew that I was going to get a bunch of shit, but that's what it's all about. Lob the softball, give up the hits. It's about entertainment. But after reading some of the comments, I don't know. I'm thinking that I best go back to being shy and retarded retiring.

You folks really are perverted bastards. A blister, on my left hand, from wacking off? C'mon. Although, I thank you for the compliment.

Looking at the postion of the blister, I'd have to be hung like an elephant to get a blister there...

Posted by That 1 Guy at August 22, 2006 09:29 PM | TrackBack

Necrotizing fasciitis is everywhere. Make sure you wash your hand when you get done with the elephant.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at August 22, 2006 10:08 PM

Whoa... that'll throw you off your breakfast. The flesh eating bacteria part, that is.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at August 23, 2006 06:25 AM

I think we must have been on the same wavelength yesterday. I posted something similiar (to this post).

Posted by: Rave at August 23, 2006 07:06 AM

Hung like an elephant you say? Where do you keep him tucked away? Wait . . . I don't want to know . . .

Posted by: oddybobo at August 23, 2006 07:21 AM

Now a guy in a wet t-shirt would have been a great picture, but where are you going to get a guy to pose in a wet t-shirt?

Hee he ehee

Posted by: Quality Weenie at August 23, 2006 01:54 PM

elephant... ummm....

Would that have been the reason for the extra large crotch hole? Making room were you...

Posted by: Teresa at August 23, 2006 03:58 PM

Women just don't get how guys get along and bond with each other.

Posted by: Contagion at August 23, 2006 06:22 PM

I didn't even know you were left handed until then... Wow. ;)

Posted by: Richmond at August 23, 2006 08:24 PM

I would much rather see the chest in the wet t-shirt than the blue tighties under the jeans!

Posted by: drc at August 25, 2006 10:56 AM

I too am speechless. Yep, it must be a guy thing.

Posted by: michele at August 25, 2006 12:31 PM