MikeYikes122
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But it's something I think you all can help me with, likely better than anyone else I know personally. I have been away from the boards for over three years, so forgive me now if this gets a little long-winded. I guess I have a lot of filling in to do.
About six years ago I found this message board. I think it was when this board was hosted on the DonJuan.com site I believe. I was 17 and I was the classic late bloomer - a story that has probably become cliche to most of you by now, so I will spare you all most of the details.
To make the long story short, in a matter of one awkward high school year I had gone from a short, gangly and insignificant 16-year-old to a guy who was 5-10, kind of muscular and had a deep voice. Lots of girls took notice of me and by the time college started (fall 2002) I had almost completely found myself and my personality. I have what I know now is the personality of a natural. I'm outgoing, decisive, good at making people feel at ease and a talker/charmer. The natural inside of me was just being repressed for years because of later bloomer-dom and a severe case of shyness.
Luckily, I had a state university filled with thousands upon thousands of people who didn't know the real me, giving me the perfect opportunity to come out of my shell entirely and make a lot of friends who would learn to like the person I actually was.
For the first time in my life I was me, and those five years of college were the best of my life.
But I came face-to-face with a stark reality at the beginning of this summer. In a classic case of my decisiveness slapping straight across the face, I made the decision on a whim to take a summer job in a major city where my friends from high school go to graduate school. The next move seemed natural: move in with my old buddies, reminisce and spend the summer making up for the time we'd been apart for all of our college years.
I'm sure you know where this is going, or at least I hope you do so I can get some advice.
To make another long story short. The summer sucked, probably the worst since my dark, pre-pubescent high school years. It turns out my friends are actually jerks who talk down to people, namely me. All summer, I've had to contend with them trying start pissing match after pissing match with me. At the start of the summer, they would try to belittle me and act alpha around me, making comments that would force whatever group of people we were with to be subservient to them, not me or anyone else. One near-fist fight between me and couple of them, however, put an end to their behavior. Though, they still make the occasional thinly-veiled remark at me, and if I respond to that and tell them to STFU, I'm labeled overly defensive and stand-offish. I believe I heard one of them say I have a Napoleon Complex last month. Thankfully, I don't need your confirmation that I don't have any obscure psychological issues because I too spent years reading and posting on these boards, so I know way more than I should about social-psychological theory.
Among other things, I have had an epiphany about my upbringing. My tight circle of high school friends, I now realize, are the stereotypical white, private school, spoiled rich kids who look down upon anything that doesn't walk, talk and look like them. I am from the same privileged environment, but my parents forced me to play sports, get a job in high school and pay for my own car. So I know about society and responsibility, unlike them. And to make matters worse, my friends all possess a lot of AFC traits, and they usually scare off any girls around when we go out. Unfortunately, I am girlfriendless and insanely busy with work, so I haven't really got much action this summer, either.
To get to the crux of my question, I move out on Thursday and will relocate for my job about 50 miles south of the city we currently live in. I originally planned on just ditching them and never really calling them again, but it dawned on me last night that I still can have some pretty good times with them, like when we're out at a meal or watching a sporting event together and laughing hysterically at inside jokes. I also feel an obligation to their families - many of whom I am extremely close with. One of my buddy's moms tells me all the time I am her favorite, and one night she was a little tipsy and even told me that I was the only positive influence her son (my friend) had in his life. He is in all sorts of trouble with the law, his sister is suffering from alcohism and his parents have divorced. I feel like I'll let his mom down if I just flatout ditch him.
So have any of you had to deal with anything like this where you made a handful of really good friends as an AFC? I realize I am technically about a year and a half to young to post on here, but I thought you guys would be best suited to field a question like this. I am open to whatever advice/anecdotes you might have so don't be afraid to post your thoughts.
About six years ago I found this message board. I think it was when this board was hosted on the DonJuan.com site I believe. I was 17 and I was the classic late bloomer - a story that has probably become cliche to most of you by now, so I will spare you all most of the details.
To make the long story short, in a matter of one awkward high school year I had gone from a short, gangly and insignificant 16-year-old to a guy who was 5-10, kind of muscular and had a deep voice. Lots of girls took notice of me and by the time college started (fall 2002) I had almost completely found myself and my personality. I have what I know now is the personality of a natural. I'm outgoing, decisive, good at making people feel at ease and a talker/charmer. The natural inside of me was just being repressed for years because of later bloomer-dom and a severe case of shyness.
Luckily, I had a state university filled with thousands upon thousands of people who didn't know the real me, giving me the perfect opportunity to come out of my shell entirely and make a lot of friends who would learn to like the person I actually was.
For the first time in my life I was me, and those five years of college were the best of my life.
But I came face-to-face with a stark reality at the beginning of this summer. In a classic case of my decisiveness slapping straight across the face, I made the decision on a whim to take a summer job in a major city where my friends from high school go to graduate school. The next move seemed natural: move in with my old buddies, reminisce and spend the summer making up for the time we'd been apart for all of our college years.
I'm sure you know where this is going, or at least I hope you do so I can get some advice.
To make another long story short. The summer sucked, probably the worst since my dark, pre-pubescent high school years. It turns out my friends are actually jerks who talk down to people, namely me. All summer, I've had to contend with them trying start pissing match after pissing match with me. At the start of the summer, they would try to belittle me and act alpha around me, making comments that would force whatever group of people we were with to be subservient to them, not me or anyone else. One near-fist fight between me and couple of them, however, put an end to their behavior. Though, they still make the occasional thinly-veiled remark at me, and if I respond to that and tell them to STFU, I'm labeled overly defensive and stand-offish. I believe I heard one of them say I have a Napoleon Complex last month. Thankfully, I don't need your confirmation that I don't have any obscure psychological issues because I too spent years reading and posting on these boards, so I know way more than I should about social-psychological theory.
Among other things, I have had an epiphany about my upbringing. My tight circle of high school friends, I now realize, are the stereotypical white, private school, spoiled rich kids who look down upon anything that doesn't walk, talk and look like them. I am from the same privileged environment, but my parents forced me to play sports, get a job in high school and pay for my own car. So I know about society and responsibility, unlike them. And to make matters worse, my friends all possess a lot of AFC traits, and they usually scare off any girls around when we go out. Unfortunately, I am girlfriendless and insanely busy with work, so I haven't really got much action this summer, either.
To get to the crux of my question, I move out on Thursday and will relocate for my job about 50 miles south of the city we currently live in. I originally planned on just ditching them and never really calling them again, but it dawned on me last night that I still can have some pretty good times with them, like when we're out at a meal or watching a sporting event together and laughing hysterically at inside jokes. I also feel an obligation to their families - many of whom I am extremely close with. One of my buddy's moms tells me all the time I am her favorite, and one night she was a little tipsy and even told me that I was the only positive influence her son (my friend) had in his life. He is in all sorts of trouble with the law, his sister is suffering from alcohism and his parents have divorced. I feel like I'll let his mom down if I just flatout ditch him.
So have any of you had to deal with anything like this where you made a handful of really good friends as an AFC? I realize I am technically about a year and a half to young to post on here, but I thought you guys would be best suited to field a question like this. I am open to whatever advice/anecdotes you might have so don't be afraid to post your thoughts.