Where everybody knows your name
I shared a beer with a few friends last night to give myself a long overdue break from work. We spoke of many things: booze, academics, our cultures, gender equality, relationships, firefighting, and a cultural confusion over the word “chips”.
I really enjoy having one of my core beliefs reaffirmed time and time again: People are people, and they’re all the same throughout the world. Sure, languages are different, cultures are different, viewpoints are different (sometimes radically so), but in the end we all really care about the same things. We’re all just guessing our way through life, trying to make the best we can out of what we have. Some are extroverted, some are introspective. Some don’t feel like they’re alive unless they’re a breath away from dying, and some prefer to shape their surroundings until their every need is met. Some try to experience as much as they can with every waking moment, others find their focus in life and devote themselves to it unquestionably. In the end, though, we’re all just looking for good times, good friends, good memories, and a little peace and comfort now and again, wherever we may find it.
I also had the pleasure of witnessing the most Canadian bar fight I’ve ever seen. A random Swede jokingly jumped in front of my Canadian friend in line for the bar, and my Canadian friend gave him a friendly shove on the shoulder. They then turned and faced each other and insisted that the other ordered first. I think that only a mix of Swedes and Canadians could stage such a polite brawl.
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I think two English gentlemen – providing they did not have swords, would hve done the same
No, one of the English chap’s would’ve strongly disagreed with the other, then he would’ve quickly fled from the scene.
The English don’t flee the sceen, they just wait for the French to surrender, and drink too much Gin and pass out at a public execution. Trust me, I’m a Sociology Minor.
Just remeber the most constant thing about the world is the abundance of jerks ^_^
anyways its 3am, and I need to finish this essay on Kaiser Wilhelm II.
:J
hahaha truer words have never been spoken.
I’ve encountered relatively few jerks here, but that might be because I automatically filter them out of my brain.
Here’s your essay: He was delicious. Light and fluffy, he was the perfect surrounding to thinly sliced meat and cheese when he was cut in half.
to Jamie I am a sociology major – my comments still stand.
internet fight!
INTERNET FIGHT!!!!
A perfect demonstration of a typically Canadian bloodless and contactless tiff!
“I’ll show you a Canadian Bar Fight” -Cosman
guy: so I was with my friend bryan the other night in a bar
guy: well he got really drunk and said he was gonna puke
guy: so i helped him walk to the toilet
guy: all the stalls were occupied
guy: bryan is a rugby player… so a big guy
guy: so he fucking KICKS one of the stall doors open
guy: and there’s this guy in there taking a shit
guy: and bryan throws up ALL OVER HIM
guy: then (this is genius) bryan thinks ‘oh shit… if i were taking a shit and someone came in and was sick all over me, i’d want to fuck him up… so i’d better hit him first’
guy: so he fucking SMACKS this guy in the face
guy: and runs away
guy: imagine being that guy… WORST NIGHT OUT EVER
That reminds me of the first bar fight I was in, when the guy punched me in the gut out of the blue and I puked all over him, and his girlfriend and thebouncer.
Oh, and Alex’s Grandma, you see I could have been a sociology major, but I decided to stick with the minor becasue I wanted to go somewhere in life that didn’t involve being an old woman with an ugly grandson. ^_^
Thats right I went there. I actually feel really weird attacking your grandma Alex, but you have to admit she set me up. ^_^
:J
Jamie – who knows one day you may still end up with an ugly grandson and I hope that you do get old – the alternative is not so good.