Post by DGX on Oct 17, 2007 14:23:13 GMT -5
Roleplay Color Key
Johnny Valentine, the Greaser image/mindset face he puts to the world
Johnny Valentine, the man who is real, his feelings and sentiment
Roxy, the woman’s inner thoughts/monologue
Ego.
We all on some level possess ego but the big question really is why do most of us, particularly males, let it get way out of hand? I mean honestly, with ego it becomes less and less about confidence and more about self reassurance. “That’s right I’m the man! Gimme some!”, “Oh my God, how DO I do it?”, or the ever popular “Because I’m me, that’s why!” What people who constantly utter this sort of drizzle fail often times to realize is they look like jackasses when they do it. No one is fooled! No one is standing there nodding their head in admiration of you. More to the point on an inner level they are thinking to themselves what a jackass/loser you are. And this is not a stab at people who do this sort of thing, I’m just telling the truth of it here.
People who are confident, truly confident don’t need to have others affirm it. If you truly believe yourself to be all that, then you don’t need anyone agreeing with you or backing you up on the fact that you’re great. Because you know that you’re great. It’s never a matter of being the most liked person, it’s never the matter of being acknowledged for your accomplishments and achievements. It’s about you believing in yourself, even when you’re not doing so hot. A lot of people put on the face of being the alpha of a group, the one who needs to stand out, the one who everyone comes to. They overpower and domineer their way into that position and newsflash, most people will resent you for it. In groups it’s the quiet ones who get turned to, even when the loudmouth alpha doesn’t realize it. And why? For starters they already know you’re opinion, you’ve probably shouted it out at the top of your lungs. But also because people who are quiet, sit on the fringe, it is not because they feel themselves inadequate, at least not always. Truth be told if you are the type to see a fringe person and be perplexed with why they limit themselves to fringes when they are so cool a person, then the person you are thinking about probably does do it on purpose. Just not for the reasons you believe, but rather because they don’t need to be socially in the thick of it to be satisfied.
I guess the overall point is when you know who you are, and you like what that is, it’s less about what the world thinks about you and more what you think about the world. As mentioned prior to this, actions speak louder than words. Confidence comes in the form of a not a gloating person lamenting his/her superiority to the world, but of a person who goes out day to day, and gets things done. Because the less you talk about how amazing you are, the more you can showcase that not just for spectators but for yourself, because that’s really the only audience member that really matters. Because if you don’t believe what you say about yourself, and constantly need others to agree with you to foster and maintain that self image, then you’re not confident at all. In fact you have so little confidence you have a dependency on praise. You need a cookie every time you get a right answer or a gold star when you get your test score. And the sad truth, it’s really only come around to this in the last couple of generations.
We really have, as a society turned into a bunch of self analysing people who look so critically at ourselves we need to have the affirmation of others to feel good. And I’m talking at every level of life, from high school right to freaking retirement it just never goes away now. And that is why today we are caught up in so many schemes to rip us off of time and money. All it takes is some jackass with a PHD to stand on television and tell you have problems and bang! Off you go to the bookstore to pile up on his self help books and you religiously punch that clock to be parked in front of that television to waste an hour or two of your life because someone says you aren’t enough! You’re not helping yourself! You have problems! Frankly I find it nauseating.
But what really makes me sickest of all? The drones who buy into that stuff, who get wrapped up in the world and see it through the eyes of TV doctors and the eyes of their peers around them, are mostly the same people who prance about and proclaim how great they are. God to see yourself now, it should bring you shame. And again, I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m not trying to downplay the problems you may deal with in life I’m not. But honest to God, get the
over it. Turn off Doctor Phil, put down Oprah’s book, and deal with this problem you have. We all have the tools to solve our own problems, just oftentimes we lack the patience to find the solution and the discipline to adhere to it. That’s it, so if you are confident, truly confident in you, then stop paralysing yourself thinking about every little thing and every little action plus how people will react, and just do what needs to be done.
You’ve gotten yourselves this far people. Have some faith that you can do it on your own that’s all I’m saying.
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“You ready baby?”
Stupid question, I’m always ready. I really would have hoped she would have learned this by now. Damn, if I didn’t love this paper shaker for all her gooey little parts I really would have floored her by now. Nevertheless, she’s still quite the woman. Her concern and compassion for me never halts, even when I’m a completely arrogant dick to her most of the time. Lord is she ever going to confront me or stand up to me even?
“Yeah doll, I’m on the stick. CBT, it shouldn’t be too big of a thing.”
Why does he ALWAYS do that?! Downplay every situation like it’s no big deal! CBT is a big star in this place! An icon, one of the top hepcats there are here! Hell last time out Johnny beat Obo, who’s the champion! Why is he so uncaring! Does nothing matter to him?! Do I matter to him? God I hope so, I mean of course I mean something because he keeps me around and even has a tender moment or two with me, but really it feels like he’s just throwing me a bone sometimes! I hope he doesn’t think I don’t think he can do this…
“Well CBT is a pretty big name babe! When you cream him people here will surely sit up and cast an eyeball at you then! Maybe we can even get to the main scene full time! That would be boss!”
Her enthusiasm is so adorable. And yes, in my inner monologue I’ve said she’s adorable. Screw off leather Johnny, screw off granddad I’m allowed, in the confines of my own mind to say she’s precious. Because she is, without her you would not be nearly what you are today and you know it. Without her to tend and mend you, you would have run out of gas long ago. Admit it!
Look here you sentimental little fream! You and I both know that is just not true! Rox is boss and she helps along, I admit and acknowledge that! But without her the only thing that would run out of gas would be you, from crying like a little woman over how “cut off” we are from the real world. God granddad was right, you were supposed to be a girl Joanna!
I’m so not even going to dignify that with a smart reply you ham handed meat headed thug. Just admit it, you would care as much as I would if she were gone. That’s why, in private you allow me to come out with her. Because you know, that by yourself, you would be inadequate to keeping her with you.
Look…I…fine! She’s important to me! I care a lot about her and want…
ANNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wrong answer.
God I hate you, look, I…I love her okay, I do! Now freaking help me out here, what do I do?
Well you seem to at least partially care, but I know you well enough to know that seeing as we are being shot by a camera guy for a vignette of you getting ready before heading to the ring and would never in a million years compromise you’re manly hepcat he man image, I would suggest that you tell her that CBT’s status doesn’t matter and that your status in this fed doesn’t matter either. It’s your status to her that you care about. And you don’t care who you have to pulverize, cream or crush to do it.
Huh, almost sentimental sounding, but still bad ass. I like it.
Mmhmm.
“Look…”
Use her name.
“Roxy, I don’t care about CBT’s status. Where he is in this joint, I don’t. Look I can see that you’re cranked for this, but cool it for a second. I need to say something to you…”
Oh God! I’ve been too enthusiastic! He’s going to berate me…belittle me! Dump me! Please God no! NO!
“What baby?”
“I know…that I kind of downplay things that I do. And that bothers you because you think I should be higher on myself. You think that I should see myself as you see me. And I do see myself as great, but I don’t need to say it a lot. I don’t really need…reassurance.”
Oh God! It’s over! He’s leaving me! I can’t believe it! Why do I even talk?! Why do I care so much what this insensitive, sexy…gorgeous, misguided…God! I want to help him! I can fix him, I know I can fix him! Maybe if I beg or if I tell him what he means to me, he’ll give me another chance…a chance to show that I can be important…
“Truth is, I really only sort of care what you think about me. And as long as you see me as top hepcat, I’m good with everything else. And make no mistake…to stay that way, I don’t care what number of freams, nerds, Cyldes, or goofs I have to cream, pulverize and beat within inches of their pathetic lives.”
Johnny smiles at Roxy and takes her hands in his and allows a sincere moment where he smiles and the tough mask drops. His eyes twinkle with infatuation and relief as well as contentment flood into Roxy’s bigger and brighter smile.
Thank you God! I love him so much, he has such moments. Please keep him safe, don’t let him get hurt. I don’t honestly know what I’d do without him, as insensitive and uncaring as he is most of the time, we have moments together that are just purely magic. Under that leather armor rests the heart of a good man, I promise you this!
“Aw baby, you know you’re the most to me! You always will be!”
Pretty smooth my jet laden pal.
And you expected anything else? She’s so beautiful, so pure. You realize she’s the one good thing we have right now, right?
Yeah yeah, cut the gas nerd! I got a fream to cream!
Uh huh, hulk go smash and all that. Be sure to wake me up when you’re done and we get back home. I have a feeling this little talk puts me in good position for fast action.
Sometimes I really hate you ya goof!
Mutual you leather clad jackass.
Johnny Valentine reaches into his coat and pulls out his shades and puts him on, and he stands up with Roxy.
“You ready to go do this baby?”
Roxy smiles at Johnny and swings her shoulders as she looks at him affectionately.
I have the best boyfriend in the world.
“Yeah!”
Johnny bends at the waist and scoops Roxy up over his shoulder and she squeals in delight being picked up as Johnny carries her over his shoulder to his car before placing her in the passenger’s seat and walking over to the driver’s seat and starting the car.
“Show time!”
Look out CBT, I’m coming for ya boyo! I hope you’re ready to fight!
Johnny revs the engine a few times causing Roxy to chuckle before he puts it in gear and drives towards the ring.
Johnny Valentine, the Greaser image/mindset face he puts to the world
Johnny Valentine, the man who is real, his feelings and sentiment
Roxy, the woman’s inner thoughts/monologue
Ego.
We all on some level possess ego but the big question really is why do most of us, particularly males, let it get way out of hand? I mean honestly, with ego it becomes less and less about confidence and more about self reassurance. “That’s right I’m the man! Gimme some!”, “Oh my God, how DO I do it?”, or the ever popular “Because I’m me, that’s why!” What people who constantly utter this sort of drizzle fail often times to realize is they look like jackasses when they do it. No one is fooled! No one is standing there nodding their head in admiration of you. More to the point on an inner level they are thinking to themselves what a jackass/loser you are. And this is not a stab at people who do this sort of thing, I’m just telling the truth of it here.
People who are confident, truly confident don’t need to have others affirm it. If you truly believe yourself to be all that, then you don’t need anyone agreeing with you or backing you up on the fact that you’re great. Because you know that you’re great. It’s never a matter of being the most liked person, it’s never the matter of being acknowledged for your accomplishments and achievements. It’s about you believing in yourself, even when you’re not doing so hot. A lot of people put on the face of being the alpha of a group, the one who needs to stand out, the one who everyone comes to. They overpower and domineer their way into that position and newsflash, most people will resent you for it. In groups it’s the quiet ones who get turned to, even when the loudmouth alpha doesn’t realize it. And why? For starters they already know you’re opinion, you’ve probably shouted it out at the top of your lungs. But also because people who are quiet, sit on the fringe, it is not because they feel themselves inadequate, at least not always. Truth be told if you are the type to see a fringe person and be perplexed with why they limit themselves to fringes when they are so cool a person, then the person you are thinking about probably does do it on purpose. Just not for the reasons you believe, but rather because they don’t need to be socially in the thick of it to be satisfied.
I guess the overall point is when you know who you are, and you like what that is, it’s less about what the world thinks about you and more what you think about the world. As mentioned prior to this, actions speak louder than words. Confidence comes in the form of a not a gloating person lamenting his/her superiority to the world, but of a person who goes out day to day, and gets things done. Because the less you talk about how amazing you are, the more you can showcase that not just for spectators but for yourself, because that’s really the only audience member that really matters. Because if you don’t believe what you say about yourself, and constantly need others to agree with you to foster and maintain that self image, then you’re not confident at all. In fact you have so little confidence you have a dependency on praise. You need a cookie every time you get a right answer or a gold star when you get your test score. And the sad truth, it’s really only come around to this in the last couple of generations.
We really have, as a society turned into a bunch of self analysing people who look so critically at ourselves we need to have the affirmation of others to feel good. And I’m talking at every level of life, from high school right to freaking retirement it just never goes away now. And that is why today we are caught up in so many schemes to rip us off of time and money. All it takes is some jackass with a PHD to stand on television and tell you have problems and bang! Off you go to the bookstore to pile up on his self help books and you religiously punch that clock to be parked in front of that television to waste an hour or two of your life because someone says you aren’t enough! You’re not helping yourself! You have problems! Frankly I find it nauseating.
But what really makes me sickest of all? The drones who buy into that stuff, who get wrapped up in the world and see it through the eyes of TV doctors and the eyes of their peers around them, are mostly the same people who prance about and proclaim how great they are. God to see yourself now, it should bring you shame. And again, I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m not trying to downplay the problems you may deal with in life I’m not. But honest to God, get the
over it. Turn off Doctor Phil, put down Oprah’s book, and deal with this problem you have. We all have the tools to solve our own problems, just oftentimes we lack the patience to find the solution and the discipline to adhere to it. That’s it, so if you are confident, truly confident in you, then stop paralysing yourself thinking about every little thing and every little action plus how people will react, and just do what needs to be done. You’ve gotten yourselves this far people. Have some faith that you can do it on your own that’s all I’m saying.
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“You ready baby?”
Stupid question, I’m always ready. I really would have hoped she would have learned this by now. Damn, if I didn’t love this paper shaker for all her gooey little parts I really would have floored her by now. Nevertheless, she’s still quite the woman. Her concern and compassion for me never halts, even when I’m a completely arrogant dick to her most of the time. Lord is she ever going to confront me or stand up to me even?
“Yeah doll, I’m on the stick. CBT, it shouldn’t be too big of a thing.”
Why does he ALWAYS do that?! Downplay every situation like it’s no big deal! CBT is a big star in this place! An icon, one of the top hepcats there are here! Hell last time out Johnny beat Obo, who’s the champion! Why is he so uncaring! Does nothing matter to him?! Do I matter to him? God I hope so, I mean of course I mean something because he keeps me around and even has a tender moment or two with me, but really it feels like he’s just throwing me a bone sometimes! I hope he doesn’t think I don’t think he can do this…
“Well CBT is a pretty big name babe! When you cream him people here will surely sit up and cast an eyeball at you then! Maybe we can even get to the main scene full time! That would be boss!”
Her enthusiasm is so adorable. And yes, in my inner monologue I’ve said she’s adorable. Screw off leather Johnny, screw off granddad I’m allowed, in the confines of my own mind to say she’s precious. Because she is, without her you would not be nearly what you are today and you know it. Without her to tend and mend you, you would have run out of gas long ago. Admit it!
Look here you sentimental little fream! You and I both know that is just not true! Rox is boss and she helps along, I admit and acknowledge that! But without her the only thing that would run out of gas would be you, from crying like a little woman over how “cut off” we are from the real world. God granddad was right, you were supposed to be a girl Joanna!
I’m so not even going to dignify that with a smart reply you ham handed meat headed thug. Just admit it, you would care as much as I would if she were gone. That’s why, in private you allow me to come out with her. Because you know, that by yourself, you would be inadequate to keeping her with you.
Look…I…fine! She’s important to me! I care a lot about her and want…
ANNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wrong answer.
God I hate you, look, I…I love her okay, I do! Now freaking help me out here, what do I do?
Well you seem to at least partially care, but I know you well enough to know that seeing as we are being shot by a camera guy for a vignette of you getting ready before heading to the ring and would never in a million years compromise you’re manly hepcat he man image, I would suggest that you tell her that CBT’s status doesn’t matter and that your status in this fed doesn’t matter either. It’s your status to her that you care about. And you don’t care who you have to pulverize, cream or crush to do it.
Huh, almost sentimental sounding, but still bad ass. I like it.
Mmhmm.
“Look…”
Use her name.
“Roxy, I don’t care about CBT’s status. Where he is in this joint, I don’t. Look I can see that you’re cranked for this, but cool it for a second. I need to say something to you…”
Oh God! I’ve been too enthusiastic! He’s going to berate me…belittle me! Dump me! Please God no! NO!
“What baby?”
“I know…that I kind of downplay things that I do. And that bothers you because you think I should be higher on myself. You think that I should see myself as you see me. And I do see myself as great, but I don’t need to say it a lot. I don’t really need…reassurance.”
Oh God! It’s over! He’s leaving me! I can’t believe it! Why do I even talk?! Why do I care so much what this insensitive, sexy…gorgeous, misguided…God! I want to help him! I can fix him, I know I can fix him! Maybe if I beg or if I tell him what he means to me, he’ll give me another chance…a chance to show that I can be important…
“Truth is, I really only sort of care what you think about me. And as long as you see me as top hepcat, I’m good with everything else. And make no mistake…to stay that way, I don’t care what number of freams, nerds, Cyldes, or goofs I have to cream, pulverize and beat within inches of their pathetic lives.”
Johnny smiles at Roxy and takes her hands in his and allows a sincere moment where he smiles and the tough mask drops. His eyes twinkle with infatuation and relief as well as contentment flood into Roxy’s bigger and brighter smile.
Thank you God! I love him so much, he has such moments. Please keep him safe, don’t let him get hurt. I don’t honestly know what I’d do without him, as insensitive and uncaring as he is most of the time, we have moments together that are just purely magic. Under that leather armor rests the heart of a good man, I promise you this!
“Aw baby, you know you’re the most to me! You always will be!”
Pretty smooth my jet laden pal.
And you expected anything else? She’s so beautiful, so pure. You realize she’s the one good thing we have right now, right?
Yeah yeah, cut the gas nerd! I got a fream to cream!
Uh huh, hulk go smash and all that. Be sure to wake me up when you’re done and we get back home. I have a feeling this little talk puts me in good position for fast action.
Sometimes I really hate you ya goof!
Mutual you leather clad jackass.
Johnny Valentine reaches into his coat and pulls out his shades and puts him on, and he stands up with Roxy.
“You ready to go do this baby?”
Roxy smiles at Johnny and swings her shoulders as she looks at him affectionately.
I have the best boyfriend in the world.
“Yeah!”
Johnny bends at the waist and scoops Roxy up over his shoulder and she squeals in delight being picked up as Johnny carries her over his shoulder to his car before placing her in the passenger’s seat and walking over to the driver’s seat and starting the car.
“Show time!”
Look out CBT, I’m coming for ya boyo! I hope you’re ready to fight!
Johnny revs the engine a few times causing Roxy to chuckle before he puts it in gear and drives towards the ring.
