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Does anyone else think Anthony Bourdain belongs in this thread?
The TL;DR is that, as @Random Internet Person concisely summarized months ago in the Scalfatty thread, Bourdain had a lot of issues with self-doubt, drugs, and living with the belief that, some day, he would be seen through as a fraud; and all his fame would go away.
By most accounts, Bourdain was a smart and decent man who, despite having achieved remarkable literary and television success after burning out his dopamine receptors as a junkie, was apparently so unwilling to live with failing to uphold the flimsy persona of being a celebrity chef who looked down on celebrity chefs for being celebrity chefs (as well as the publicized disgrace of having been cucked) that he would rather abandon his only child and hang himself in a French hotel bathroom than face living with a diminished social status.
I know the above is a gross oversimplification of how the guy ruined his life - The more in-depth and irreverent stuff is spoilered below:
The TL;DR is that, as @Random Internet Person concisely summarized months ago in the Scalfatty thread, Bourdain had a lot of issues with self-doubt, drugs, and living with the belief that, some day, he would be seen through as a fraud; and all his fame would go away.
By most accounts, Bourdain was a smart and decent man who, despite having achieved remarkable literary and television success after burning out his dopamine receptors as a junkie, was apparently so unwilling to live with failing to uphold the flimsy persona of being a celebrity chef who looked down on celebrity chefs for being celebrity chefs (as well as the publicized disgrace of having been cucked) that he would rather abandon his only child and hang himself in a French hotel bathroom than face living with a diminished social status.
I know the above is a gross oversimplification of how the guy ruined his life - The more in-depth and irreverent stuff is spoilered below:
Somewhere in the Jack Scalfani thread, I wrote about diminishing returns in generations of celebrity posers: Jack is a mentally retarded horrorcow who isn't any of the things he pretends to be (which includes being a chef or somebody who can walk). He also holds to an idealized impression of Tony Bourdain's persona which he long ago decided he wanted to live up to in some perverse role model capacity; in which Jack fancies himself a straight-shootin' bossman who tells it like it is. To great, comedic effect, this never works out for Jack; due to his pathological inability to perceive either himself or anything he egocentrically relates back to himself with any degree of accuracy. To this day, Jack claims that Bourdain was ackchyually murdered for conspiratorial reasons to do with the Obama administration. In this respect, Jack epitomizes the parasocial quality many of Bourdain's fans had in common: Jack's sentiments reveal that he lived vicariously through Bourdain by pretending that his uninformed, small-minded, idealized misconceptions (what Jack would consider "perception") of a stranger on television was who the man truly was - And Jack's Anthony Bourdain would never commit suicide.
I mention this because Bourdain himself practiced this form of hero emulation; choosing to relate to the things about Hunter Thompson's persona he wanted for himself - Despite there being a rich history of interviews in which Thompson bemoaned the trap of feeling he had to be fucked up 24/7 just to avoid letting his fans down. In the years since his death, it's become more accepted to concede that Thompson plausibly did only some of the things he wrote about, just as his hero Earnest Hemingway did when exaggerating his exploits as a safari man in the course of emulating Teddy Roosevelt (who himself came closest to living up to his legendary status, if only because it was others recounting his adventurous lifestyle). The point is that each of these generational derivatives demonstrated diminishing returns in emulating not only their role models, but their own flanderization within the broader pop culture of the day; and this life of fiction in which they lived vicariously through themselves under increasing burden of their own mythology seemingly contributed to their suicides, while also leading them to consider themselves to be in good company for choosing to die.
Given the specific, generational influence of Thompson's persona upon Bourdain, I'll focus on that for the next few paragraphs:
Though I'm not old enough to have met Hemingway emulators, I’ve encountered plenty of people who act from the conceit that they’re kindred spirits to Hunter Thompson: They deliberately confuse visualizing themselves being cool and having a good time with what others end up seeing as just another drunk loser who has to be told when to leave the party. And when they finally stop showing up uninvited, it’s rarely noticed or lamented.
It’s an easy mindset to understand: Imagine going through all the stages of your adult life insisting that alcohol is your personality, then dying before you get through very many of them - all while insisting that it’s because world just wasn’t ready for all that you had to offer.
If you take the time to listen to these people recount their glory days - even with the details changing upon every retelling -, it soon becomes apparent to everyone but themselves that they’re not the heroes of their own story: They consistently come across as suffering a terminal case of arrested development. They never managed to count themselves included amongst the cool crowds of high school or college (when the practice of making booze their life could have had social value) and, somehow, they still think that being fucked up all the time retains their superpower of being the Life of the Party for years and decades afterward (despite the party having ended long ago and -again -, without anyone else at the party ever having invited them in the first place).
These people may not all kill themselves in an overtly suicidal manner - But they all have issues which compound until they die from them. By the 21st century, it became utterly normalized for many of us to observe people within our own peer groups who invoke alcohol and weed as copes for a life not well-lived; with none of them managing to be the self-actualized individuals they want others to perceive them as being. Furthermore, if they truly enjoyed being themselves, I doubt they would be resorting to such dramatic forms of escapism during waking hours, always lasting until their friends resent having to babysit them at the end of the night.
Rather than LARP as a twenty two year old until his body fell apart and he shot himself, Hunter Thompson could have endeavored in any number of alternative activities or pastimes which don’t result in hating yourself to death. Like many great authors, his greatest skill was using fiction to combat loneliness. He then sold these obvious lies about himself as new and exciting GONZO, rather than the plain old fiction that it was. The bigger the Hunter fan a person insists they are, the less willing they seem to be to admit that the anecdote is only funny if you actually did it.
Even in the last decade of his life, Thompson was publishing implausibly new and outrageous stories about the antics he’d gotten up to in the 1970s - Reinforcing my impression that he remains underrated as a fiction author. However, his most annoying fans continue to take it all at face value: They laugh and exclaim, “Man, I can’t believe Hunter waited thirty years to tell that story!.” Yeah - Neither can I.
Having said all that, I hope you can better understand why I felt that any of Anthony Bourdain’s various TV series could have been more accurately titled “Am I Cool, Yet?.”
Though I liked Bourdain (and Thompson, for that matter), my appreciation of creative people includes conscious recognition of their defining flaws; because those constitute the crucial components of the machinery at work. And, to my eyes, much of what afforded Bourdain the sense of depth that comes from working one's sense of humor from a broken spirit was that he was a strutting, striving, posturing, bloviating try-hard who understood full-well that not every person’s talents translate to compelling television: He was miserably aware of only truly being in his element when he was shooting smack or chopping onions; and needing to fake his way through anything else. And, so, he had to contrive this artifice of acting like Hunter Thompson and Johnny Rotten, while looking like Herman Munster. It didn't help that the guy thought he was free and clear in life because he had replaced coke and heroin with legal alcohol to abuse.
I give Bourdain the same benefit of the doubt I give anyone; in that he was probably tolerable, under the right circumstances - But he certainly didn’t reinvent the wheel when it came to being an insufferable, elitist liberal on television: Trying to be both politically reverent and relevant in your cooking show is just pathetic.
Bourdain regularly depicted himself as jetting around the world in the utmost luxury, to spend his days sampling the menus of Michelin-starred restaurants. His nights consisted of five star hotels in which he was waited on hand-and-foot by a network-supplied crew of gofers and sycophants - all while he admonished capitalism in his voice-overs. It bears repeating: He made tens of millions of dollars through spending hundreds of thousands of a network’s money, while admonishing capitalism. Bourdain routinely filmed himself vacationing to non-white countries to specifically boast of how great the lack of foreign influence is, then immediately jetting to white countries in the next episode to talk about how great it was that they were getting so many immigrants. Any one of those qualities, in and of themselves, can amount to a despicable human being without even getting into how, apparently, the embarrassment resulting from the mantlepiece girlfriend he had rebounded into after his divorce being outed as a pedophile in a blackmail scheme Bourdain himself having paid for for was sufficient excuse for him to abandon his child by strangling himself in yet another luxury hotel.
No matter how down-to-earth or relatable Anthony Bourdain's viewers told themselves he was, the reality is that he was so out-of-touch as to find a champagne problem too much to bear. "If you can't stand the heat..."
I also don’t necessarily give Bourdain full credit for his own success - I think there are so many people in the world, that a percentage of them are guaranteed to enjoy the simple pleasure of passively watching television about snobby food they’ll never eat. And, so long as those willing to live vicariously through celebrity chefs continue to exist, we can expect a new generation of terminally-insecure addicts with video cameras in the kitchen to earnestly compete for a headline referring to them as the next Anthony Bourdain - Even if it’s for an obituary.
I mention this because Bourdain himself practiced this form of hero emulation; choosing to relate to the things about Hunter Thompson's persona he wanted for himself - Despite there being a rich history of interviews in which Thompson bemoaned the trap of feeling he had to be fucked up 24/7 just to avoid letting his fans down. In the years since his death, it's become more accepted to concede that Thompson plausibly did only some of the things he wrote about, just as his hero Earnest Hemingway did when exaggerating his exploits as a safari man in the course of emulating Teddy Roosevelt (who himself came closest to living up to his legendary status, if only because it was others recounting his adventurous lifestyle). The point is that each of these generational derivatives demonstrated diminishing returns in emulating not only their role models, but their own flanderization within the broader pop culture of the day; and this life of fiction in which they lived vicariously through themselves under increasing burden of their own mythology seemingly contributed to their suicides, while also leading them to consider themselves to be in good company for choosing to die.
Given the specific, generational influence of Thompson's persona upon Bourdain, I'll focus on that for the next few paragraphs:
Though I'm not old enough to have met Hemingway emulators, I’ve encountered plenty of people who act from the conceit that they’re kindred spirits to Hunter Thompson: They deliberately confuse visualizing themselves being cool and having a good time with what others end up seeing as just another drunk loser who has to be told when to leave the party. And when they finally stop showing up uninvited, it’s rarely noticed or lamented.
It’s an easy mindset to understand: Imagine going through all the stages of your adult life insisting that alcohol is your personality, then dying before you get through very many of them - all while insisting that it’s because world just wasn’t ready for all that you had to offer.
If you take the time to listen to these people recount their glory days - even with the details changing upon every retelling -, it soon becomes apparent to everyone but themselves that they’re not the heroes of their own story: They consistently come across as suffering a terminal case of arrested development. They never managed to count themselves included amongst the cool crowds of high school or college (when the practice of making booze their life could have had social value) and, somehow, they still think that being fucked up all the time retains their superpower of being the Life of the Party for years and decades afterward (despite the party having ended long ago and -again -, without anyone else at the party ever having invited them in the first place).
These people may not all kill themselves in an overtly suicidal manner - But they all have issues which compound until they die from them. By the 21st century, it became utterly normalized for many of us to observe people within our own peer groups who invoke alcohol and weed as copes for a life not well-lived; with none of them managing to be the self-actualized individuals they want others to perceive them as being. Furthermore, if they truly enjoyed being themselves, I doubt they would be resorting to such dramatic forms of escapism during waking hours, always lasting until their friends resent having to babysit them at the end of the night.
Rather than LARP as a twenty two year old until his body fell apart and he shot himself, Hunter Thompson could have endeavored in any number of alternative activities or pastimes which don’t result in hating yourself to death. Like many great authors, his greatest skill was using fiction to combat loneliness. He then sold these obvious lies about himself as new and exciting GONZO, rather than the plain old fiction that it was. The bigger the Hunter fan a person insists they are, the less willing they seem to be to admit that the anecdote is only funny if you actually did it.
Even in the last decade of his life, Thompson was publishing implausibly new and outrageous stories about the antics he’d gotten up to in the 1970s - Reinforcing my impression that he remains underrated as a fiction author. However, his most annoying fans continue to take it all at face value: They laugh and exclaim, “Man, I can’t believe Hunter waited thirty years to tell that story!.” Yeah - Neither can I.
Having said all that, I hope you can better understand why I felt that any of Anthony Bourdain’s various TV series could have been more accurately titled “Am I Cool, Yet?.”
Though I liked Bourdain (and Thompson, for that matter), my appreciation of creative people includes conscious recognition of their defining flaws; because those constitute the crucial components of the machinery at work. And, to my eyes, much of what afforded Bourdain the sense of depth that comes from working one's sense of humor from a broken spirit was that he was a strutting, striving, posturing, bloviating try-hard who understood full-well that not every person’s talents translate to compelling television: He was miserably aware of only truly being in his element when he was shooting smack or chopping onions; and needing to fake his way through anything else. And, so, he had to contrive this artifice of acting like Hunter Thompson and Johnny Rotten, while looking like Herman Munster. It didn't help that the guy thought he was free and clear in life because he had replaced coke and heroin with legal alcohol to abuse.
I give Bourdain the same benefit of the doubt I give anyone; in that he was probably tolerable, under the right circumstances - But he certainly didn’t reinvent the wheel when it came to being an insufferable, elitist liberal on television: Trying to be both politically reverent and relevant in your cooking show is just pathetic.
Bourdain regularly depicted himself as jetting around the world in the utmost luxury, to spend his days sampling the menus of Michelin-starred restaurants. His nights consisted of five star hotels in which he was waited on hand-and-foot by a network-supplied crew of gofers and sycophants - all while he admonished capitalism in his voice-overs. It bears repeating: He made tens of millions of dollars through spending hundreds of thousands of a network’s money, while admonishing capitalism. Bourdain routinely filmed himself vacationing to non-white countries to specifically boast of how great the lack of foreign influence is, then immediately jetting to white countries in the next episode to talk about how great it was that they were getting so many immigrants. Any one of those qualities, in and of themselves, can amount to a despicable human being without even getting into how, apparently, the embarrassment resulting from the mantlepiece girlfriend he had rebounded into after his divorce being outed as a pedophile in a blackmail scheme Bourdain himself having paid for for was sufficient excuse for him to abandon his child by strangling himself in yet another luxury hotel.
No matter how down-to-earth or relatable Anthony Bourdain's viewers told themselves he was, the reality is that he was so out-of-touch as to find a champagne problem too much to bear. "If you can't stand the heat..."
I also don’t necessarily give Bourdain full credit for his own success - I think there are so many people in the world, that a percentage of them are guaranteed to enjoy the simple pleasure of passively watching television about snobby food they’ll never eat. And, so long as those willing to live vicariously through celebrity chefs continue to exist, we can expect a new generation of terminally-insecure addicts with video cameras in the kitchen to earnestly compete for a headline referring to them as the next Anthony Bourdain - Even if it’s for an obituary.
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Oh yeah, about that. His ex-gf is a total failure, and a disgrace on her father's legacy.
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I didn't ruin my own life, but I could have improved it immensely by buying a house back when they were affordable.
If you want to see someone ruin their lives in a meticulously documented way, watch the Drunk In Public documentary:
Or anything posted by Soft White Underbelly.
There's also this Asian doctor guy in my feed who does funny skits about his patients. He did one about a 70 year old meth addict who got paid in meth by guys who fucked her colostomy hole, then got mad at the doctor for trying to treat her resulting infection. It's hard to feel sympathy for people like this, because I like to think that if your life ever reaches this stage of depravity, you'll wake up and quit drugs. But then again, i don't know anybody that does drugs, so what do I know?
If you want to see someone ruin their lives in a meticulously documented way, watch the Drunk In Public documentary:
Or anything posted by Soft White Underbelly.
There's also this Asian doctor guy in my feed who does funny skits about his patients. He did one about a 70 year old meth addict who got paid in meth by guys who fucked her colostomy hole, then got mad at the doctor for trying to treat her resulting infection. It's hard to feel sympathy for people like this, because I like to think that if your life ever reaches this stage of depravity, you'll wake up and quit drugs. But then again, i don't know anybody that does drugs, so what do I know?
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Anyone who breaks up with a Kiwifarmer.
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Amos Yee of course, he was even going to do a talk at Harvard.
The debates with him in YouTube are interesting to watch, the flawed arguments yet strong confidence in them.
The debates with him in YouTube are interesting to watch, the flawed arguments yet strong confidence in them.
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My area is really bad so I've seen a lot of people fuck their lives up on drugs and alcohol. But this one is particularly tragic. One of my friends has a son. Now that friend is a good man. Always been teaching his son not to do drugs and drink responsibly once he's of age. Never smoked or drank in front of him a single time. Anyway the boy ended up getting in with the wrong crowd at around 15 or so years old. Other kids in the school. So the next generation of druggie alcoholics. Peer pressure is a bitch, and they ended up getting him addicted. Skipping the couple months of drama, he tried to impress his friends by taking a cocktail of different drugs and alcohol. Not sure what drugs specifically they were. But apparently it caused a massive stroke and he's now blind, non-verbal, quadreplegic, and sits around in a wheelchair all day wailing and screaming. We know his mental faculties are still there at least a little bit because you can speak to him and he'll answer yes or no questions by making a grunting sound. His life is now sitting in a wheelchair, listening to whatever music, tv, movies, etc that his dad puts on for him, and being wheeled down the road every now and then.
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I’m a millennial, the first failure to launch generation. Know a shitload of people who squandered their potential.
The most successful person from my class right now was a big proto hipster dork who is now a senior engineer at Nvidia. Regularly gets invited onto podcasts to talk about AI and has a gaggle of fanboys who follow him around.
The smartest kid in my class became a hardcore capital L libertarian and has worked as a bartender most of his adult life. The class valedictorian was a waitress until a couple years ago when she got an entry level job planning events with the city symphony orchestra.
The most successful person from my class right now was a big proto hipster dork who is now a senior engineer at Nvidia. Regularly gets invited onto podcasts to talk about AI and has a gaggle of fanboys who follow him around.
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Not once mentioning the woman all of his friends agreed egged him on to keep further ruining himself. Though, I'm still more saddened by Clarkson than Tony, even though I've read several of Tony's books and generally like him more, but ruin? It was a downward spiral and his claim to fame was a profession known for being ex-cons and drug addicts. He had no way out. He ran restaurants and didn't enjoy it to the point Ramsay did and becoming a business owner instead of a chef.
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Knew someone who genuinely peaked in high school. Flunked out of college three times and ended up paying for a degree online. Never had a job, any kind of job. He's almost forty, and he's managed to survive so far off an outrageous amount of money he inherited and by being handsome enough that he could always find a lady to scam off and emotionally abuse until he got kicked out, whereupon the cycle would repeat. He was genuinely a master manipulator and able to spin some incredible tales against damning evidence.
It all caught up to him recently when he cheated on his fiance, just as he had cheated on every other woman he had been with since high school. The fallout was so bad that even his parents figured it was the last straw, he'd been on thin ice after the multiple failures at college thing, and they loved his fiance. He just couldn't stop lying, cheating, or just being an asshole to everyone who cared about him. Everything was always someone else's fault. Bald-faced lie after bald-faced lie. Once, when I had pennies in my bank account due to a system fuck-up, he begrudgingly loaned me five dollars and never let me forget it.
He had every advantage in life: looks, charisma, and a pretty ludicrous inheritance from a young age. But it was like he was addicted to feeling like the most important person in the room, and that just happened less and less after high school. We'd tell him that the crazy cool guy party boy lifestyle had to end, that his drunken antics stopped being fun and excusable in our mid twenties, that he had to stop drinking and stop being a dick... but he just wouldn't. He'd always laugh it off and act like it was a joke. By the time we lost contact with him, he was drinking every day to the extent that he'd miss appointments, such as the first day of a job I got him at a company I worked for.
No idea what he'll do when his money runs out but it definitely helped me understand how having big money helps you skate through life, even at the cost of anyone who cares about you. He's still unemployed but now he's living on the other side of the country with the other woman he insisted he hadn't been cheating on his fiance with (strange, isn't it?) and he's thoroughly alienated anyone who knew him before that. I don't know if he can even turn his life around. Maybe if he'd hit rock bottom in his twenties or early thirties, but right now? In this job market?
He was my best friend since middle school.
It all caught up to him recently when he cheated on his fiance, just as he had cheated on every other woman he had been with since high school. The fallout was so bad that even his parents figured it was the last straw, he'd been on thin ice after the multiple failures at college thing, and they loved his fiance. He just couldn't stop lying, cheating, or just being an asshole to everyone who cared about him. Everything was always someone else's fault. Bald-faced lie after bald-faced lie. Once, when I had pennies in my bank account due to a system fuck-up, he begrudgingly loaned me five dollars and never let me forget it.
He had every advantage in life: looks, charisma, and a pretty ludicrous inheritance from a young age. But it was like he was addicted to feeling like the most important person in the room, and that just happened less and less after high school. We'd tell him that the crazy cool guy party boy lifestyle had to end, that his drunken antics stopped being fun and excusable in our mid twenties, that he had to stop drinking and stop being a dick... but he just wouldn't. He'd always laugh it off and act like it was a joke. By the time we lost contact with him, he was drinking every day to the extent that he'd miss appointments, such as the first day of a job I got him at a company I worked for.
No idea what he'll do when his money runs out but it definitely helped me understand how having big money helps you skate through life, even at the cost of anyone who cares about you. He's still unemployed but now he's living on the other side of the country with the other woman he insisted he hadn't been cheating on his fiance with (strange, isn't it?) and he's thoroughly alienated anyone who knew him before that. I don't know if he can even turn his life around. Maybe if he'd hit rock bottom in his twenties or early thirties, but right now? In this job market?
He was my best friend since middle school.
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I only had one real friend in high school and almost all of my free time was spent with her. I really thought we were going to be together forever. Graduated and followed her to a state college instead of pursuing the scholarship I was offered at a different university.
I had feelings for her, but she clearly didn't for me. She was more than happy to use me as a chauffeur, or to drag me to her grandmother's house to clear wasps out of the shed, or to just sit and waste time watching TV all day because she never wanted to do anything else. And while she was using me, she wasn't hanging out with other people and we were together most of the time. It was a very strange relationship.
When we got to college, it was still all about what she wanted to do. Student government, political stuff (she was double majoring in Poli-sci and linguistics so she could "work at the UN" and "do something meaningful"), it didn't matter. Despite not wanting anything to do with me romantically, she would get incredibly jealous if I hung out with anybody else or even pursued hobbies I was interested in.
This all came to a head when she excoriated me for not lauding her mother for getting some sort of certification. She said my chosen field was a waste of time, that I'd never make anything of myself. That I was a loser, and she was a rising star about to break free and become "somebody". I was the chaff, she was the wheat.
At this point, I broke it off. Everyone suddenly came out of the woodwork to tell me how badly she had been treating me over the years, including my own parents. Why nobody said anything before that, I'll never know.
The biggest part of her identity is that she was half french. Had dual citizenship and everything (but critically, had never lived there) and would people of this fact frequently. She'd tell me all the time how she could just disappear to Europe and fit right in, nobody would even know she was American. How terrible America was, and how dumb the people were. She spoke french and german fluently, so I never doubted she'd have a hard time living there.
The timing of the was good, because she left to go study in Belgium right after the blowup, and I didn't hear from her for two years. I only met with her once after this, and she was in a bad state.
Turns out, she was only in Belgium for 3 months before having a of mental breakdown due to how different things were in Europe. Not sure if it was because she realized she was the dumpy American, or just bad brain wiring. Either way, she had started drinking heavily and was a mess. I had my own friends and was doing well, so I wished her the best and went on with my life.
A few years later I decide to look her up, just to see where how things panned out. Maybe she didn't get a job at the UN, but surely she was doing something with her life? From what I can piece together she
- Never graduated from college due to excessive drinking
- Started doing hard drugs, was arrested for said drugs
- Went to a really nice rehab facility
- Got arrested again for drugs
- Went to a not so nice rehab facility
- Decided to be a therapist for people with substance issues
- Failed out of the therapist program
- Got a job at a used equipment liquidator
- Fired for drug use
- Decided to be a real estate agent, personal trainer and insurance salesperson, none of which worked out
- Started selling plastic baubles on etsy
She now lives at home with her sad fat divorced mother, in the middle of nowhere, watching TV all day like we used to. She became the thing she feared the most, a bland, boring person with nothing going on and no prospects.
Thanks for reading my blog.
I had feelings for her, but she clearly didn't for me. She was more than happy to use me as a chauffeur, or to drag me to her grandmother's house to clear wasps out of the shed, or to just sit and waste time watching TV all day because she never wanted to do anything else. And while she was using me, she wasn't hanging out with other people and we were together most of the time. It was a very strange relationship.
When we got to college, it was still all about what she wanted to do. Student government, political stuff (she was double majoring in Poli-sci and linguistics so she could "work at the UN" and "do something meaningful"), it didn't matter. Despite not wanting anything to do with me romantically, she would get incredibly jealous if I hung out with anybody else or even pursued hobbies I was interested in.
This all came to a head when she excoriated me for not lauding her mother for getting some sort of certification. She said my chosen field was a waste of time, that I'd never make anything of myself. That I was a loser, and she was a rising star about to break free and become "somebody". I was the chaff, she was the wheat.
At this point, I broke it off. Everyone suddenly came out of the woodwork to tell me how badly she had been treating me over the years, including my own parents. Why nobody said anything before that, I'll never know.
The biggest part of her identity is that she was half french. Had dual citizenship and everything (but critically, had never lived there) and would people of this fact frequently. She'd tell me all the time how she could just disappear to Europe and fit right in, nobody would even know she was American. How terrible America was, and how dumb the people were. She spoke french and german fluently, so I never doubted she'd have a hard time living there.
The timing of the was good, because she left to go study in Belgium right after the blowup, and I didn't hear from her for two years. I only met with her once after this, and she was in a bad state.
Turns out, she was only in Belgium for 3 months before having a of mental breakdown due to how different things were in Europe. Not sure if it was because she realized she was the dumpy American, or just bad brain wiring. Either way, she had started drinking heavily and was a mess. I had my own friends and was doing well, so I wished her the best and went on with my life.
A few years later I decide to look her up, just to see where how things panned out. Maybe she didn't get a job at the UN, but surely she was doing something with her life? From what I can piece together she
- Never graduated from college due to excessive drinking
- Started doing hard drugs, was arrested for said drugs
- Went to a really nice rehab facility
- Got arrested again for drugs
- Went to a not so nice rehab facility
- Decided to be a therapist for people with substance issues
- Failed out of the therapist program
- Got a job at a used equipment liquidator
- Fired for drug use
- Decided to be a real estate agent, personal trainer and insurance salesperson, none of which worked out
- Started selling plastic baubles on etsy
She now lives at home with her sad fat divorced mother, in the middle of nowhere, watching TV all day like we used to. She became the thing she feared the most, a bland, boring person with nothing going on and no prospects.
Thanks for reading my blog.
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- 8 de Ago, 2024
This one is not so new: https://www.ladbible.com/news/health/emily-willis-locked-in-syndrome-657236-20250201
Former adult star Emily Willis was left 'permanently disabled' and suffering from 'locked-in syndrome' after an incident at a rehab centre last year.
But this post is honestly remarkable: https://imgur.com/gallery/suffering-heartbreaking-loss-today-OMBMtlD
I have never seen anyone cry over a hooker and even calling her "artist" is just deranged.
Apple from a tree or something ...
Former adult star Emily Willis was left 'permanently disabled' and suffering from 'locked-in syndrome' after an incident at a rehab centre last year.
But this post is honestly remarkable: https://imgur.com/gallery/suffering-heartbreaking-loss-today-OMBMtlD
I have never seen anyone cry over a hooker and even calling her "artist" is just deranged.
She didn't want anyone else sapping her sentry. You were the narcissists supply and a victim of.
People usually don't meddle in others' relationships. If you say anything you'll also get blamed for it. Not their horse, not their rodeo.
Sounds more like a spook. Europoors would know.
There's your problem. Both of her should come visit man hate thread. Bullet dodged. Now imagine you married her somewhere between drinking and shooting up and she'd bring her mother to live in your house.
Apple from a tree or something ...
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- 3 de Oct, 2024
I should imagine you can give her the Vince McMahon treatment for $50.
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@Marc cant believe you remembered my little talk about Bourdain.
I’d also add that Bourdain really hated Guy Fieri. Dude seems like the antithesis of whatever it was Bourdain was trying to emulate.
I’d also add that Bourdain really hated Guy Fieri. Dude seems like the antithesis of whatever it was Bourdain was trying to emulate.
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- 7 de Ene, 2022
There was this kid I knew at school.
His mother was a teacher so no surprise he found himself in the gifted classes.
When he was 16-17 he got drunk and wrecked his car, nearly killing the passenger.
I remember listening to an eye witness describe him picking rocks out of the passengers intestines and explaining how there was no need to call the cops or an ambulance.
Fortunately for everyone an ambulance was called and no one died.
Seeing the title of this thread I searched his name only to find out he was dead.
5 years ago he ran his 4 wheeler head on in to his little brothers SXS.
Little bro was life flighted and survived.
My class mate was DOA.
BTW he was 44 years old and left behind a wife and kids.
Also the wreck took place at 10 pm on a public road.
I would normally think by your mid 40s you would past blasting down public roads in the dark but who knows.
I would not be the least bit surprised if alcohol was involved.
His earlier "youthful indiscretion" had not impacted his employment prospects any.
He was some sort of mid manager for the educational-industrial complex.
Knowing what I know about the family, little bro is going to drink him self to death sadly.
His mother was a teacher so no surprise he found himself in the gifted classes.
When he was 16-17 he got drunk and wrecked his car, nearly killing the passenger.
I remember listening to an eye witness describe him picking rocks out of the passengers intestines and explaining how there was no need to call the cops or an ambulance.
Fortunately for everyone an ambulance was called and no one died.
Seeing the title of this thread I searched his name only to find out he was dead.
5 years ago he ran his 4 wheeler head on in to his little brothers SXS.
Little bro was life flighted and survived.
My class mate was DOA.
BTW he was 44 years old and left behind a wife and kids.
Also the wreck took place at 10 pm on a public road.
I would normally think by your mid 40s you would past blasting down public roads in the dark but who knows.
I would not be the least bit surprised if alcohol was involved.
His earlier "youthful indiscretion" had not impacted his employment prospects any.
He was some sort of mid manager for the educational-industrial complex.
Knowing what I know about the family, little bro is going to drink him self to death sadly.
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- 21 de Nov, 2022
I have a good one. Had coffee with a a friend/biz partner I've known for years. A mutual acquaintance comes up in conversation "Oh shit, Troon_Patrol, you'll never guess who I heard about." There's an asshole we both stopped doing biz with this guy because he'd lie and fuck you over over barely anything of value any chance he got. IE he got a 10K contract you were supposed to split 50/50 he'd tell you client only went for 8K and pocket the rest instead of splitting it.
Turns out he left the country for a bit developed a $3,000 daily drug habit, started smoking so much crack he started making his own, got into a legit shootout with another guy and took a bullet to the gut. When he came back to the states healed up he somehow ended up in a casino and somebody juiced him for 200K. At this point in the story I had to interrupt and flat out ask who the fuck would spot him 200K? 200K which of course he lost. The final blow was he ran from the police as in full on high speed car chase. He ends up wrecking his car into some random stranger and injuring their child thankfully not killing the kid. Civil suit goes very poorly for him Judge declares him responsibility for about 600K in restitution.
Basically he's not even 35, convicted felon, and owes roughly 1.5 million dollars in court judgements, loan sharks and the rest went to crack.
Turns out he left the country for a bit developed a $3,000 daily drug habit, started smoking so much crack he started making his own, got into a legit shootout with another guy and took a bullet to the gut. When he came back to the states healed up he somehow ended up in a casino and somebody juiced him for 200K. At this point in the story I had to interrupt and flat out ask who the fuck would spot him 200K? 200K which of course he lost. The final blow was he ran from the police as in full on high speed car chase. He ends up wrecking his car into some random stranger and injuring their child thankfully not killing the kid. Civil suit goes very poorly for him Judge declares him responsibility for about 600K in restitution.
Basically he's not even 35, convicted felon, and owes roughly 1.5 million dollars in court judgements, loan sharks and the rest went to crack.
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- 17 de Nov, 2024
Not really a crash and burn spectacular failure but more like a slow rot that kills you. One of my former friends took a Jet English teaching job as he just wanted to do the bare minimum and chase yellowtail. Last I saw or talked to him, he was still teaching English 12 years later, living a Groundhog Day loop only age is catching up to him as he was complaining about women treating him badly in Japan, and not giving him the time of day. Now all of this experience is worthless but he won't leave Japan.
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I don't know what's more unbelievable, that there are actual women on VRchat not just zoomer trannies with a voice changer, and that said woman would be brain damaged enough to get a boyfriend there.