Back in the day...

The other day I was looking for some information that somebody had emailed me over a year ago and out of frustration I began sorting out and organizing my hotmail account. I had 44 pages of email messages but as I started to read through them I started remembering all kinds of stuff that I had completely forgotten about, including an incident with a coworker named Todd.

Several years ago when I worked at Denver international airport, Todd and I had a troubling accident in which I found him physically bullying a pretty young flight attendant and then he found himself repeatedly running his head and solar-plexus into my fists. It was deemed by the powers-that-be within my company to be an incident of workplace violence and thankfully they agreed with my reasoning that my actions were entirely reasonable and justified. Nonetheless I was required to go spend some time with a counselor just to make sure that I am not one of those guys prone to random acts of violence.

The counselor was a great guy and after the first 30 minutes of random questions and discussion he informed me that while I demonstrated some impatient tendencies, they were of the healthy sort and that I was definitely not a threat to my coworkers but due to the required formalities for the evaluation process, we had a few more sessions that we had to finish. So he began doing all these little amusing shrink personality tests on me just to kill time. He also gave me a couple of very interesting books on hypnosis, good stuff! I don’t remember most of the tests but he had me type out a list of things that I hate or absolutely can’t stand, I forget what it was supposed to tell about me, if anything, but I just found that list in my email.

It can be pretty amusing sometimes to look back at things that we’ve written or said and just remember what it was like to be young and dumb. Over dinner I mentioned that thought to a coworker of mine, he chewed his food thoughtfully for a minute and then reminded me that he is a grandfather and that he still considers me to be young and dumb. I think I’ll ask one of his daughters out on a date when I get home just to get him back haha. But here is a peek into the mind of Pete at 19 years old, plus some all grown-up commentary.

Things I hate:

1. French people (since met some wonderful Frenchies!)
2. Cold leftovers (still prefer them to be hot)
3. Wearing socks to bed (still a no no)
4. Wearing a shirt to bed (still prefer not to)
5. Chihuahuas (some exceptions)
6. Idiot drivers (GRRRRR)
7. Hippies (can’t stand em)
8. The thought of going back to high school (I’d do things differently)
9. Liberals (Hate the agenda, not the people now)
10. Hats (It has to do with having a big head, beanies are ok)
11. Idiots (Still very little patience)
12. Moby’s music
13. Wife-beaters (Should be flogged)
14. Child molesters (Should be castrated & shot)
15. Fiats (They’ve come a long way)
16. P.E.T.A people (Again, the agenda, not the people)
17. Communists (In the White House, scary!)
18. Pet pigs (Pigs = Food)
19. Snobby chicks (Even lower tolerance for them now, especially pretty snobs. I'm a guy so it's disturbing on a primal level to have the reality of bitchiness slap me across the face when I find a girl attractive. Even worse when a pretty and good girl goes bad!)
20. California (It’s ok)
21. Dog crap
22. Standardized testing
23. Soccer (Not as good as football or rugby but it’s ok now)
24. Hippies (it was there twice!)
25. Monkey thieves (no idea)