Three Types

If you're offended by stereotypes, move along little doggy.  I'm gonna rant, and my rant concerns people and three "archetypes".  I think I've earned this post, considering the fact that my blog has morphed into a terribly uncontroversial ledger of tunes and miscellany, and the fact that I'm anything but uncontroversial.

PERSON TYPE ONE -- Never had an idea in his head and could care less.  This bloke works a blue collar job, gets by, is relatively content with his lot in life, might follow NASCAR, and definitely likes (American) football (or whatever is its equivalent in your country), classic rock, and beer.  Enough said.

PERSON TYPE TWO -- Thinks he has an idea in his head, but doesn't.  These types tend to work white collar jobs and are always, always "positive".  Need a little emotional validation?  Don't go to a type two for it.  After you've spent the last five minutes describing the horrors of your rape, they'll blurt out, "But you have to admit that MOST men aren't like that.  Right?"  Or better yet, "Boy, I sure am glad that I'VE not been raped!"  Gotta just love that POSITIVE reinforcement!

PERSON TYPE THREE -- Truly has a number of great ideas, but lacks the emotional capacity to know what to do with them.  These are the types of folks who can't attend a hockey game without discussing Nietzsche.  In other words, elitists.  These are those people who have lost the ability to enjoy anything.  Unless, of course, that thing is considered "nonconforming", "alternative," or just plain fucked up.  NOTHING common or, dare I say it, NORMAL, for these folks will do.

My favorite people, almost to the person, are type ones.  And what I find is that type ones often do have ideas, they just don't wear them on their shirtsleeves as a form of identity.  And anyway, it's a hell of a lot more enjoyable watching the Sox pound the crap out of the Cubs with a beer in your hand and an honest soul's shoulder under your arm than with a mirthless, smirking, underachieving, overinflated, walking textbook of Robert Frost's poetry.  Trust me.

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Soup
haha... man. I can't even imagine knowing someone who's super enthusiastic about Robert Frost. But I'd imagine they would suck to drink with. I dig poetry and all, but there's a time and a place for it!
The Educated Fool
Soup, words, beer, and a good doom metal band at the local pub -- I can't think of much I'd find more soothing!
Soup
It would be a good time, for sure. That or invading a cowboy bar with an online jukebox and putting on a crapload of The Smiths until everyone gets pissed and leaves.
Karridale68
[this is good]
I love stereotyping and generalisations - one of my favourite pastimes. Type 2 are certainly the worst - I despise that deep attachment to being insincerely positive ALL THE TIME.
Axeman
There's always a chair open for you on our Wednesday wing night, brother. You'd have to come all the way to the 'burgh for it, but it's there. Nothin' but beer, wings, and usually some form of sports on tv.
Hurricane Hetta
Me too! Like that's anything new. I hate overally positive people. They smell funny. Kind of like pee.
The Educated Fool
Sounds awesome!
The Educated Fool
Actually, type two's initial inspiration came from a comment made in regards to your most recent post. And unfortunately, I know way too many of them personally. And it's the absolute worst when they're family members!
The Educated Fool
Although neither of you fit the stereotype, you and Bill were my inspiration for the "honest souls" statement at the end. Some of my most favorite moments have been spent with you fellows.
The Educated Fool
You smelled like rubber yesterday! Ha ha! (If you're somebody else reading this, no, there's no hidden meaning here. She just smelled like rubber.)

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