Little Boys stay away from that sarcastic woman

I have always hated these kind of guys and I think the real Hating started at school.
These self righteous and yet immature guys who came on Monday morning to class with the
same old story to tell - how much they drank the weekend before:
"Ey. I was not able to stand anymore."
"I was so fucked, that i slept on the street."
"Ohh. Boy. Ohh.I am still drunk."
"And then... this blond chick which came after me."

When they did'nt speak about the amount of Wodka and Beer they drunk (without dying. But they include in their stories that it was only a matter of luck that they survived)
they spoke about the girls who wanted them, but whom they didn't want.
Or the girls which they chased down the street.
Anyways: Stories about them not getting laid.

Honestly (and i don't want to make an excuse for beeing arrogant, I just explain THAT I am arrogant. If that is a good or a bad thing should other people judge about)
I never had so much to do with these guys.
I thought there were dumm.
Period.
Just Dumm.

Maybe it is also a question about the ideological differences between the Alcohol Drinkers and the Pottsmokers. And as a person who enjoyed the smoking of weed, I never got over the Rift between those two Leages.
Maybe you have to chose very early in which league of People you want to stay.
My presumption is, that you stay there the rest of your life.
Even if you are not smoking anymore.
Your little Lifephilosphie will always be influenced by ... Weed.

The drinkers were just ... well... i have to use the word again
Dummm...

That doesn't mean, that I didn't had or have my drinking phases... But... might aswell...
There was always that kind of ... well... rift...
Let's leave it at that.

These kind of guys put girls into made up skales.
From one to ten
From thin to fat or the other way round.
And they didn't earn at all the arrogant look on their boyish faces with their five minute potency and their unwashed intimates - their not classy perfumes and their not classy baseballhats.

That I lived with one of these Archetypes not only under one roof, but in the same appartement is not only ridiculous and cruel... I would go so far to describe it as somewhere between Masochism (why for Petes Sake had I to move from the Mainfloor to the Basementsuite. Its my own fault!) and Sadism from somewhere high above who smiles at my little life in Canada (why for Petes Sake has everything in Canada to be so expensive and I have to little money to move)

When the answer to undoubtable Critisism
"You are a Macho."
is
"Yeah? cool..."
there is nothing more to tell...

But.
Yes. There is a but.

For a long time I tried to be nice.
(and I really tried to like him - just for my sake. It is hard to live with someone you hate. Even disliking is hard enough. So I tried not to dislike him. I didn't make it to like him, but I made it at least to not dislike him so much. Okay. He was disgusting. Okay. I was disgusted. But I really tried ... really hard... to overcome my incorporate Disgust)
Try to see the good in him.
The good pip in him.
To see his point a view... his trying of beeing reasonable or whatever 22 year old Bartenders with a lot of Hair on their Chests try.

The last conversation we had destroyed it all. A discussion, but not a real discussion. More kind of an arrogant show off on his behalf...


"I think you contradict yourself.", he told me.
"I don't think so.", I answered.
"I know, that that is a contradiction. I see one when I have to."
"Aha."
And I really know, that he just did'nt get it. That he just did'nt understand what i was talking about. Maybe it was to abstract for him ... whatssoever. But I have to admit (and I think that is really arrogant) that I didn't have a discussion with an Australian before.

And he looked at me and smiled.
Leaned a little back with this selfrighteous smile of his.
"I wish we could discuss it in German, because you are not very clear in your english. I think you contradict yourself only because your english isn't good enough."
"Aha.", I answer again, thinking hard about his thinking pattern.
"But that is not true. You got my point. I just don't see the Contradiction."
"But I see it. Believe me. There is a Contradiction." he points out and continues "Your english is just not good enough to argue with me. That is why i don't want to argue any more."

I have to stare at him. I just have to look at his face and am stunned. I have to repeat his point
"You don't want to argue with me because I cannot make myself clear with the english language?", i asked.
"Yes"
And then he comes to me with another smile and his right hand is coming towards me.
"Come on. Shake hands. We're good again, right?"
I shake his hand.
Astonished. Amazed and ... hurt (i think I am just hurt. this little motherfucker hurt me)
and now I made officially the experience how it feels to be descriminated on behalf of my language abilities.

Good to go.
And the little rest of Sympahtie i had for him (and for which i worked so hard)
flew right out of the window.
The respect which was left (okay it was not much, but there was still a tiny bit)
gone "Bye Bye" ...
To reflect my Language Abilities... Say it once more: "Respect gone Bye Bye."

and now - since he is away i can go back to my old and comfy "Hating these kind of guys" again. And have to warn:
"Little australian boy. stay away from sarcastic german women.
They will punch you."