pascalflower wrote:
This is an excellent post TTRSage. I agree with you 100%. It doesn't seem like many people understand what a jock is.
I like sports, and play lots of sports.People who play sports are not necessarily jocks. People play sports because they like it, jocks play sports because winning is everything to them, which is why jocks tend to play dirty if they start losing.
Also, love the connection of jocks to politicians. Both love to be worshiped.
Thanks for your vote of confidence. I was beginning to think that I had stirred up a real hornet's nest among some users here.
For those who feel that it is intolerant to not simply tolerate the way that jocks treat us, I can only say this. If you feel like laying down on the ground and allowing the jocks to walk all over you, malign you and do everything in their power to infuriate you, then go right ahead. I have never been one to just roll over and play dead when they do this to me. Instead I usually bite back when bitten but only after being gnawed on for a very long time. I have always put up with far more abuse than any normal person would accept but eventually my wrath comes flying out all at once. That is what a meltdown consists of anyhow. Someone here said something to the effect of out-jocking the jocks, which is more or less what I do... involuntarily.
On the remote island where I used to live and work for many years, the jocks would do their damndest to get under my skin because I had a huge target on my back. Sometimes they would succeed and trigger what could probably be called a meltdown in me (although in general I tend to have shutdowns rather than meltdowns). I would go ranting and raving back at them with all of my best Aspie logic and end up making them all look like sniveling cowards for their own failure to be able to say to my face the same lies that they were obsessed with saying behind my back. The fact that one person could stand up to them and do this to them when it took all of them to get to me made them feel rather small at times. But as Aspies we are accustomed to standing alone. In time people actually came to fear me so much that they would often send some brave emissary across the street each morning to the building where I hid out to see what kind of mood I was in each day before any of the rest of them would dare to venture over to my area.
Sometimes all of us Aspies need to simply stop going with the flow, learn to stand up for ourselves and say, "I'm Mad as Hell, and I won't Take It Anymore". I saw on the news yesterday that Sidney Lumet, the director of that movie (Network... 1976) died the other day so that line is fresh in my mind.