[WestIndianArchie]

@All Or Nothing

You've got a lot to contribute to this forum. You should speak more.

WIA

(09-22-2013 02:30 AM)All or Nothing Wrote:  

(09-21-2013 11:44 PM)WestIndianArchie Wrote:  

That in mind, the following is little red pill.

Fucked Up People can Still Fuck

In a different post I talked about my sex addict homeboy.
He's got lots of self-esteem issues, but those don't get in the way of his ability to connect with women.

From a different vantage point, lots of actors and comedians, people who put their emotional lives out there for the entertainment and profit of others, are often VERY FUCKED UP internally. Heath Ledger, Andy Kaufman, Richard Pryor, Dave Chappelle... There was a whole TV show devoted to stars who lead fucked up lives despite having every external advantage out there.

Yet somehow they manage to connect with "regular" people who have "no" issues.

People love them.

Good point.

This reminds me of my grandfather.

In his youth, my grandfather was a tall, good looking man. He was a successful doctor. He was also known to be an arrogant bastard and negligent father. Still, he had a way about him. This certain kind of charm he would turn on when he wanted something. At the end of the day, regardless of who he was deep down inside, he could get people, man or woman, to do what he wanted them to do.

My mother would refer to this dichotomy as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

It has been awhile since I have thought about this dichotomy between who someone really is, and who they present to the world.

I am writing this story as an aside. It is a testament to my grandfather's charm. A few years ago, following my grandmother's death, my father flew out his sisters, and my grandfather to bury my grandmother's ashes in Buenos Aires, Argentina. This is where my grandfather and grandmother were born.

During the trip, my father was enjoying his favorite past time, exploring museums. He explored while my grandfather sat on the bench. When my dad got back, he saw my grandfather talking to a woman 30 years his junior. She was totally captivated by him. While my dad was gone, my grandfather had begun talking to a woman, turned on his charm (probably a natural reflex of sorts), and began crafting a dream for her. This dream was of him buying her a plane ticket back to the United States where she would enjoy the finer life with him, saved from the economic turmoil in Argentina. This dream was all it took to emotionally wrap this woman around his finger. The amazing thing, my grandfather did this as he was entering the first stages of dementia.