underhill iceball
hello roving band of underhill teenagers who threw some iceballs at the back of my head,
i thank you for giving me a nice nostalgia trip to my own teenage years. you left me feeling rather confused--that's the sensation i remember most from my youth--wondering whether i'm just a huge wimp or some sort of stoic robot. you see, then and now, i try my best to stay fly under the radar, so whenever i draw the attention of a teenage bully, i think, really? me? i wasn't doing anything! i'm not a spaz, i don't have a kick me sign on my back. i don't even look like a hipster jackass!
a more mature person than me, someone actually in touch with their feelings, might be able to do what my father always implored, and stand up for themselves in the face of such irrational attacks. but again, i'm confused, because as insanely malicious as that iceball to the back of my head was, it didn't actually hurt, it was just sort of surprising. which is why i didn't stop walking, i neither sped up or slowed down. i merely gave a slight turn of the head and tried to make a face that said "really? you're a roving band of teenagers throwing iceballs at the back of strangers' heads? how predictable!"
i imagine i should have screamed some obscenity or chased after you, or done the even more mature (read: yuppie) thing and called the 77th precinct. but it didn't really hurt, and it just made no sense. so i'm just confused.
thanks again, roving band of underhill teenagers. this is the most perplexed i've been since a man in rockefeller center called me a faggot under his breath for looking at his shoes. what a nice trip back to high school.
and one last thing, teenagers. if you had just declared "snowball fight!" or at least thrown it at me while i was walking towards you, i probably would have joined in and we could have had a rousing good time. just like high school, no one ever wants to invite me to the fun.
(this is also my attempt to write a different sort of "OMG I WAS ATTACKED ON THE STREET" thread. try it some time. they're really just harmless teenagers. i almost egged a pro-life rally when i was their age. their hormones have got to be directed at something, right? just happens to be me!)
*end rant*
i thank you for giving me a nice nostalgia trip to my own teenage years. you left me feeling rather confused--that's the sensation i remember most from my youth--wondering whether i'm just a huge wimp or some sort of stoic robot. you see, then and now, i try my best to stay fly under the radar, so whenever i draw the attention of a teenage bully, i think, really? me? i wasn't doing anything! i'm not a spaz, i don't have a kick me sign on my back. i don't even look like a hipster jackass!
a more mature person than me, someone actually in touch with their feelings, might be able to do what my father always implored, and stand up for themselves in the face of such irrational attacks. but again, i'm confused, because as insanely malicious as that iceball to the back of my head was, it didn't actually hurt, it was just sort of surprising. which is why i didn't stop walking, i neither sped up or slowed down. i merely gave a slight turn of the head and tried to make a face that said "really? you're a roving band of teenagers throwing iceballs at the back of strangers' heads? how predictable!"
i imagine i should have screamed some obscenity or chased after you, or done the even more mature (read: yuppie) thing and called the 77th precinct. but it didn't really hurt, and it just made no sense. so i'm just confused.
thanks again, roving band of underhill teenagers. this is the most perplexed i've been since a man in rockefeller center called me a faggot under his breath for looking at his shoes. what a nice trip back to high school.
and one last thing, teenagers. if you had just declared "snowball fight!" or at least thrown it at me while i was walking towards you, i probably would have joined in and we could have had a rousing good time. just like high school, no one ever wants to invite me to the fun.
(this is also my attempt to write a different sort of "OMG I WAS ATTACKED ON THE STREET" thread. try it some time. they're really just harmless teenagers. i almost egged a pro-life rally when i was their age. their hormones have got to be directed at something, right? just happens to be me!)
*end rant*
Comments
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speaking of overreacting and calling the cops: really, never involve cops in snowball fights: http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/citydesk/2009/12/19/did-d-c-cops-overreact-to-snowball-fight-14th-and-u/
also, maybe these kids were just niner fans who saw my eagles cap and were getting their revenge for this: http://www.the700level.com/2009/12/the-great-snowball-fight-of-2009.html -
I hereby invite Bobby to the next Brooklynian snow ball fight.
(man, I hope they tell when it is....)
moving on to DC: Damn, DC just can't get classy. -
Nice! I was blasted between the shoulder blades the night of the storm at about 10pm on St. Johns by someone rolling past in a Tahoe. All I could do was laugh.
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i almost egged a pro-life rally when i was their age.
Actually, that's an activity appropriate for every age. I hope you take the opportunity to do it if you ever have the chance again.
Glad you weren't hurt by the iceball. -
rezist wrote: Nice! I was blasted between the shoulder blades the night of the storm at about 10pm on St. Johns by someone rolling past in a Tahoe. All I could do was laugh.
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Another dreaded drive by. -
Bobby, the typical response:

YOU FARGIN' SNNNNEAKY ICEBALLS!!
But your story here made for way better reading. Thanks for thinking to post here.
=D>
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next time put some rocks or dead battery in that snow ball and throw it back at those kids. kids do that these days.
too bad this isn't the wild wild west. dead kids every where. -
would that be classified as assault with battery.
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ahahahhaah @ Ham
aahhahaha
its like fools who call the cops on kids in the summer when they get wet with a water gun or get water balloons thrown their way
ahahahah
the funny shit is i think i saw this "roving group" as you refer to them commit this act of winter terrorism again the same night while i parked my car !
i gave a high 5 and kept it movin ! -
Some dude just hit with one outside, He`s all " I`m going to call the cops!"
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hahaha you gotta laugh at that kinda shit ...
thats all u can do man.. its not even about being tough or a pussy
its fucking winter & its snow !!!! -
i agree with the people who are upset. I teach K-5, but there's a 6-8 school across the street. Those kids throw snow and ice like they're the only ones on the street. I saw an elderly woman hit in the face -- and while it wasn't on purpose, there was no apology or realization that they were making poor choices. Sure, we threw snow as kids, but not at people who we didn't know -- and certainly not at adults. And we would go to places without other people -- the park, etc. I doubt the cops would do much, but the kids need to see that they're not the only people out there and that people CAN get hurt...glasses broken, bloody noses, cut faces, etc..
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