maybe calling people out on their bullshit makes him feel great because then he doesn’t have to look at his own shit.
seriously though, I like having people like that around. I want to know when I’m dishing out the bs, and if I call someone out on theirs it is with the hope that they would do the same if it were the other way around.
Herman knows all about your issues and calls you out on them every chance he gets.
He may know but he believes he just needs to see things for what they really are and just let them be, let them grow. Unless their idea of growth is stifling Herman and denying him the very air that he breathes.
But who is he?
In this case? the ogRed
Who does he think he is?
No one.
Someone who’s like you and me, one who has his own life to live, free from the BS clique. (BTW, Herman uses jargon that the clique understands but herman isn’t that keen on such entrapments of dichotomies.
Herman was always ready / to call you out / on your bullshit.
BS?
Herman doesn’t actually believe in labels.
He believes other people’s idea of BS is actually another person’s idea of soulspeak.
I knew Herman once. He used to like me, seems I had a lot of BS to be called out on. At the time, he was a stoner and a poet. He was last seen tearing his hair out and shouting random gibberish at strangers on the bus.
He was right, of course. But pointing out the faults in others was so much easier than helping them to fix them. Or even fixing his own.
Herman is actually a girl, and her name, well, I don’t feel like giving out her name here. But she’s learned to distinguish between that which is bullshit and that which isn’t bullshit now. She’s grown, and changed. It’s good.
But I loved her then, too.
why don’t we just learn to monitor ourselves so we don’t give bullshit? that seems like a pretty intelligent alternative to keeping someone around who will call you on it.
maybe calling people out on their bullshit makes him feel great because then he doesn’t have to look at his own shit.
seriously though, I like having people like that around. I want to know when I’m dishing out the bs, and if I call someone out on theirs it is with the hope that they would do the same if it were the other way around.
Herman knows all about your issues and calls you out on them every chance he gets.
He may know but he believes he just needs to see things for what they really are and just let them be, let them grow. Unless their idea of growth is stifling Herman and denying him the very air that he breathes.
But who is he?
In this case? the ogRed
Who does he think he is?
No one.
Someone who’s like you and me, one who has his own life to live, free from the BS clique. (BTW, Herman uses jargon that the clique understands but herman isn’t that keen on such entrapments of dichotomies.
Herman was always ready / to call you out / on your bullshit.
BS?
Herman doesn’t actually believe in labels.
He believes other people’s idea of BS is actually another person’s idea of soulspeak.
He could be you, he could be me.
The calling out.
The BS.
….Or the lack of it.
It all depends on the kind of Herman that you are.
Letting your friends know where their conduct is wrong is the second greatest favor you can do for them.
Acknowledging any such criticism given to you and accepting responsibility is the greatest.
Herman’s real name is Henry, and he is usually right.
The problem arises when he won’t admit his own bullshit.
somehow, third person view of this is chillingly humorous. =\
I knew Herman once. He used to like me, seems I had a lot of BS to be called out on. At the time, he was a stoner and a poet. He was last seen tearing his hair out and shouting random gibberish at strangers on the bus.
He was right, of course. But pointing out the faults in others was so much easier than helping them to fix them. Or even fixing his own.
He lives inside my head, constantly grappling for the controls.
Herman is actually a girl, and her name, well, I don’t feel like giving out her name here. But she’s learned to distinguish between that which is bullshit and that which isn’t bullshit now. She’s grown, and changed. It’s good.
But I loved her then, too.
Everybody needs a Herman.
Too many times the ‘Herman’ is the one most FOS (full of $#it). As a result, I tend to dismiss such yammer out of hand.
The ones who offer (or at least attempt to offer) constructive comments/criticism or actually try to help are less obnoxious, at least…
Why did you choose the color purple for Herman’s eyes?
why don’t we just learn to monitor ourselves so we don’t give bullshit? that seems like a pretty intelligent alternative to keeping someone around who will call you on it.