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Carnival Boasts Leaves Man Feeling Angry

So anyway, I can now say that I have spent a few hours with a carny. A carnival person. A person who worked for and in a carnival. A King among Men, if Homer Simpson is to be believed.
Kings among men

And he's a bit of an oddity. I don't know if that is a trait inherited from working in a carnival or if that is the personality attracted to carnival living but this man is just that. Odd. And he's a bit too "male" for me.


Some highlights include:
  • "Can you believe the guy who killed my Mom is standing trial right now?"
  • "I don't know why I'm looking at all these girls, man. My girlfriend was double G's"
  • (Shows a severe bruise on his forearm) "That's what you get for picking a fight with a door"
  • "You eat bananas? They give me seizures. I seize up." (Imitates a seizure by stiffening his body)
  • "I got jumped last night coming out of the bar. The fuck of it was that I knew them. I was like, "Hey, whats going on?", and-- (punches hand)
  • "I don't know why I'm having trouble lifting these boxes. I can dead lift 190lbs"
  • "Have you ever been two-storeys up with a guy shoving you?"

He's a character and at 22 years of age a real tiring person to be around. I've never had much patience for talkers and braggarts and this guy... I mean, everything he says is some kind of disguised boast.

No one told me there was going to be boasting.
He tells me that his mother was murdered and that he, "sent some of my boys to the court". Okay, so that is telling.
His knuckles are tattooed with the word, "THUG", and I don't think its based on his appreciation for Tony Hawk's Underground.
He gets "jumped" at the bar by friends but it's just so they can show off to their girlfriends. "Do I look scared to you?"
He can dead lift 190lbs but struggles with 35.

Dude wants to look tough. For whom, I don't know. And as an identifiable male I struggle with this kind of shit because I don't care. I don't want people to posture to me about how fucking tough they feel they are. Or are. It's irrelevant. It's irrelevant in my life. Men and women of all ages, like moths to a flame, approach me to tell me all about the bullshit going on in their life. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I never smile. Maybe it's because I never talk. I'm given some kind of extra consideration for reasons that are beyond me and people want to divulge their innermost thoughts at me. My life feels considerably shorter thanks to these wackos.

Can't they see that I am dead inside? God damn.

Adam Greene
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