Random makeouts and the horror of reality
 

Has anyone in their LIFE ever had a random makeout in an elevator? I'm watching a movie and these people just start making out in an elevator (its not a porno). Why can't life be like a movie? Why can't I outrun the cops in a car chase or fight the bully at school or go to Amsterdam to smoke with my buddies out of the clear blue...

Meanwhile I owe my old landlord $1800, lost my deposit on my current landlord and am already on bad terms with my new landlord. See, that's why I get pissed when I watch movies now. A voice in my head keeps saying, "This is fake. Your life is worse than this". And its REALLY depressing!

I want a life of danger and explosions with supermodels who take their tops off! I'm not trying to be all depressing, but life really is not cool when compared to all the fictional entertainment we get slapped with day after day.

I don't get the elevator makeouts. I've never been in an elevator more than 7 seconds.

That's what the emergency stop is for.:D

it would be nice if things worked out the way they do in movies

what makes the problem worse is all of these so-called "reality" tv shows about celebrity and how rich people live.

today I got laid off of my job with the railroad and it genuinely makes me ill to see these Paris Hilton types prance around in name brand dresses and never have to work a day in their life. but it's not the celebrities themselves that make me nauseous, it's the way America idolizes them. and I know that I'm walking on well-tread ground here by saying this, but I am sick of people becoming lost in the escapism of what Mtv thinks is, and portrays as, reality. I feel bad for the 40 year old tubby woman in a trailer somewhere in backwoods Georgia watching this stuff and actually convincing herself that this is how life is meant to be, and is supposed to be.

I guess, in a way, America's celebrity worship and just culture in general is part of why I like horror movies so much. they seem completely opposite of those things. instead of making you feel bad that you're not rich and famous, they make you feel good that, "shit. I may be laid off of my job, but at least I'm not duct-taped to a chair in the Firefly house!"

You may not be able to do your thing in an elevator, but there are plenty of other circumstances and places out there where you can spice things up.

Of course that is what it is for, what else would it be for....:rolleyes:

I could do without the supermodels taking their tops off.....but yeah, I wouldn't mind a bit more excitement in my own life I suppose....:D

Psh, sex on an elevator is too hard... not that I'd know. But after you convince the girl (which would be damn near impossible), the whole positioning thing would be awkward.

To hell with movie sex.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

Thanks. A nice dose of Saturday morning reality internet with Shanks.

Paris Hilton should be run over with a tank. And then backed over. On tv. Prime time. Next week, Bill O'Rielly

Re: Random makeouts and the horror of reality
 

I understand this,but you know what I found out? Even if you had the money and the exciting life-it wouldn't fill that empty hole in your soul,not after the shiney newness wore off. It's GREAT when you first get it and it's nice to HAVE it-I won't lie about that-but it is NEVER what you thought it would be.

Yea....life is all bout workin, god knows how many hours a week & gettin paid shit! Just enough money to pay some bills & barely enough to put gas in your car.....But, the good news is....they still make cheap-ass beer, so you can drink & get drunk and say.....Aw FUCK IT....:D

you not know the film?... you must, it's a good film.


:)

Trainspotting! Fantastic film =) Also, great pic Zwoti.

One of the best films I have ever seen. So much about life can be learned from a film.

Heres some lines from another film.

I am not my job, I am not whats in my bank account & I am not my fucking khakis.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Only after diaster can we be resurrected.

Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say lets evolve....and let the chips fall where they may.

Hitting bottom isnt a weekend retreat. Its not a Goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control things and just let go. LET GO!!

Kudos to anyone who knows the film.

Good words to live by.



And Haunted I want to drive the tank!!!!

what kind of girls do you know? I know like 293470243432 girls who fuck based on looks alone.... and then positioning........ ever heard of doggy style. see sex in an elevator is easy, its you who's being the prude ;)









geez...

I know, I'm such a loser... I'll NEVER get to fuck a girl on an elevator!:(

LMFAO!!!! Well no you won't with that attitude!:rolleyes:

I know, I'm so pessemisitc. I can't help it, I don't feel confident in my elevator love-making abilities.

One of my favorite films of all time.....in my top five I guess. So agreed, fantastic film.:D

You know, I just don't know what words of encouragement to use for this particular confidence issue....:rolleyes:

There's something about you that always gets me wanting to reply.....
You have a low self esteem,and my momma bird instinct wants to teach you the ways of the harsh cruel world by just shoving you out the nest so you will fly instead of crashing beak first onto the earth.....

First lesson:Never let them see you sweat. You may FEEL alot of emotions but that does not mean anyone will know that.

Walk into a room with your head up-make eye contact,if someone looks back-smile,and then move on-get what you need and go.(this applies to going into a party or a convenience store-WHERE EVER)
If someone strikes up a conversation-you really do not have to say much-most people can rattle on about themselves for HOURS.

Second lesson:Smell good.You can be dressed down and smell good and you will LOOK fabulous.

Im tired,more later.....another tip-always get enough sleep and drink lotsa water-you look better when well rested and hydrated.

I think you read my mind. These all grown up crackbabies that I run into that are obsessed with celebrities and what they are wearing or who they are doing drive me batshit. They just contribute to the dumbing down of America. My only hope is that they will all die young without breeding.

If that's a compliment, I'm deeply flattered.

I don't ALWAYS have low self esteem, I tend to think of myself as a pretty outgoing and confident guy when I'm sober.

But I have always wanted a mama bird:D

That's amazing,most people are VERY confident when drunk!
Kudos to you.

And about that other deal with you-I wish you the best with your finding storage and a place to crash.I would wire you the money-if I had it.Too bad your not going to be homeless in D.C.-I know some people.........

I LOVE A N00B!!!

Thanks for the support, I'm getting things under control, and most likely I will not be sleeping on the street... I've got an hour and forty five minute window in order to get my shit done. So here's hoping! :D

I have been a fan of Dave McKean and Neil Gaiman since Sandman.........Mirrormask is an EVENT.

EERIE thing is-it's You that posted about it..........like minds,think alike?

Well,that seals it,you are the baby I never knew I had.
My long lost alien child!!

I'm not an alien!

...I'm a bat child.
http://cas.bellarmine.edu/tietjen/Re...oy1stcover.JPG

i wish they happend in elevators. mine usually happen in the park w/ ppl around like the last one during the fair w/ my now ex bf.

Hmm.... I haven't had RANDOM makeouts in elevators...but there have been makeouts in elevators for sure :p

ehm... does making out with yourself in an elevator count?

Here's you some lunch sweet lil bat alien baby

Simple: steal a car, confront the bully at school, don't get depressed about bills (better still, pay them)... you get the point.

Whoops! Another minute of your boring life over just reading this.

Better get to work...

Don't you believe it! We were headed there once. I hit that emergency stop... and an alarm bell started ringing to shake loose the hubs of hell. We got out of there quick. It was embarassing, but funny. Awwww, youth.

I usually do it in the stairs rather than the elevator. Nobody takes the stairs. They are too lazy.

Re: Random makeouts and the horror of reality
 

Congratulations, you've just figured out why movies are made.

Have a cookie, or a kick to the sac. Either way, I don't care.

never done the elevator thing....but I must admit I have done some very interesting things in a movie theater.....

Same here. But my damn belt buckle would constantly hit the metal arm of the seat. Not too discreet.

I agree with that.