I usually lurk here for info, but that's a bit hard with all the threads that go South do to this DCColegrove guy.
Okay, Daniel, I get it. Your dad was an aerospace engineer. He probably raised you with high expectations of engineering greatness and helped you with RC toys and legos. When you were young, you were a fun-loving douchebag and partied it up like there were no worries. When you got to college, you probably tried to make it in the engineering majors but did not choose to follow through and have fun instead. Through whatever means, you were a wear and tear jockey who recorded failure points and thought it was hot shit, or at least want others to think so.
You worked as a wrench jockey on some race teams and probably liked it a lot, but that fell aside. You wanted to be known for pictures but that may not have paid the rent, so you went back to working on other people’s BMWs. You work for arrogant jackasses all day (like you were when you were a kid) and it probably eats into you. The highlight of your day would have been to log onto R3V and be given attention as you tell people you are cool and a legend in the BMW world.
Sorry, you are going to be forever known as a joke. You are in a dead-end job and use R3V as a way to try to relive your experience in a positive life while you see time and again your life fail like your marriages. Your father probably saw a lot of potential in you, but you can’t get along because of very apparent social problems. You want the world to see you how your dad did, not who you really are. In the sense that you have very clear social problems, a dead-end job, trying to do BMW work on the side for income, and want to be a legend but really are a joke in the community, you are just like Jordan (Stuck). Hey, he has a failing marriage too!
Do yourself a favor and instead of trying to live in a fantasy world where you matter, work on your douchebaggery and find meaning in your real life, instead of online. Clearly you think ‘your’ bars are hot shit, as Mason does, but when questioned you both lash back out of the feeling you cannot be questioned and are the end-all, be-all. When people didn’t sheep to praise you and make you feel “accomplished” in your life, you started purporting outlandish things, and when you were called out like a teenage girl wearing a water-bra, you acted just like one.
Now granted, you have the Socal Lyfe contingent who likes you, but they are young and douchebags who like to drive like assholes and smoke a lot of pot. They are not wise to life yet and remind you of you in your “glory days” which is why you like them, and they like you because you promise cool things for cheap for their rolling parts cars (whether or not they are needed).
The more people call you out, the harder you fight back or are stubborn and refuse to admit reality – mostly because your reality sucks and this was supposed to be an escape. And then eventually, you’ll be ran out of here and find a new home, like Jordan at E30tech… or fade into the land of jokes like Budget Beater. Good luck.
Okay, Daniel, I get it. Your dad was an aerospace engineer. He probably raised you with high expectations of engineering greatness and helped you with RC toys and legos. When you were young, you were a fun-loving douchebag and partied it up like there were no worries. When you got to college, you probably tried to make it in the engineering majors but did not choose to follow through and have fun instead. Through whatever means, you were a wear and tear jockey who recorded failure points and thought it was hot shit, or at least want others to think so.
You worked as a wrench jockey on some race teams and probably liked it a lot, but that fell aside. You wanted to be known for pictures but that may not have paid the rent, so you went back to working on other people’s BMWs. You work for arrogant jackasses all day (like you were when you were a kid) and it probably eats into you. The highlight of your day would have been to log onto R3V and be given attention as you tell people you are cool and a legend in the BMW world.
Sorry, you are going to be forever known as a joke. You are in a dead-end job and use R3V as a way to try to relive your experience in a positive life while you see time and again your life fail like your marriages. Your father probably saw a lot of potential in you, but you can’t get along because of very apparent social problems. You want the world to see you how your dad did, not who you really are. In the sense that you have very clear social problems, a dead-end job, trying to do BMW work on the side for income, and want to be a legend but really are a joke in the community, you are just like Jordan (Stuck). Hey, he has a failing marriage too!
Do yourself a favor and instead of trying to live in a fantasy world where you matter, work on your douchebaggery and find meaning in your real life, instead of online. Clearly you think ‘your’ bars are hot shit, as Mason does, but when questioned you both lash back out of the feeling you cannot be questioned and are the end-all, be-all. When people didn’t sheep to praise you and make you feel “accomplished” in your life, you started purporting outlandish things, and when you were called out like a teenage girl wearing a water-bra, you acted just like one.
Now granted, you have the Socal Lyfe contingent who likes you, but they are young and douchebags who like to drive like assholes and smoke a lot of pot. They are not wise to life yet and remind you of you in your “glory days” which is why you like them, and they like you because you promise cool things for cheap for their rolling parts cars (whether or not they are needed).
The more people call you out, the harder you fight back or are stubborn and refuse to admit reality – mostly because your reality sucks and this was supposed to be an escape. And then eventually, you’ll be ran out of here and find a new home, like Jordan at E30tech… or fade into the land of jokes like Budget Beater. Good luck.
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