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Because it's slow, I have an anecdote.
I guess this goes along with the "what do you find funny?" tangent. The story I posted in that thread reminded me of this.
Back in my college days, XH was the president of a frat (surprise, surprise). This particular frat really struggled for survival, mainly due to the fact that it was comprised of two competing factions of dudes. They had no identity other than to fight - themselves, other frats, it didn't matter. XH was in love with it though. This frat-with-no-identity was his identity. Whatever, it was college, I rolled with it.
After college, it became clear that he couldn't separate from this frat, and it became this huge point of contention between us. We didn't fight about a whole lot, but this particular topic could get heated. I was fighting a larger battle (grow the eff up already), but he convinced himself it was really about the frat. We lived a number of hours away from our college, but because his college town was also his hometown, we'd find ourselves visiting occasionally. I would get dragged along to the frat and would spend a solid 20 minutes standing in the front hall dying of embarrassment - for me, for him, for the whole spectacle. He'd saunter in the front door like he was the prodigal son, back to survey the place and receive his adulation. The thing is, the current crop of guys had no idea who he was. Their collective WTF? faces are forever burned into my psyche. He had become That Guy. I know they laughed at him.
In the year or so leading up to the decision to divorce, XH threw himself back into the fraternity. Where before he had merely been the geezer reliving his glory days, now he was convinced that he would be its savior - he would work with other alums to recolonize it, get the building back up to code, etc. Other alums were funneling their own personal money into improvements. I wonder if part of the money he drained from our accounts went towards the frat. I'll probably never know.
Anyways, I happened to drive through my old college town over Christmas. While giving BF the five-cent tour of campus, I happened to notice the frat house. It's been turned into cheap student housing now. Yep, no more frat. It failed.
This summarizes my exact reaction:
Even sitting here typing this out, I'm chuckling to myself. Heh. Foocker.
Re: Because it's slow, I have an anecdote.
You win.
But you already knew that.
How'd you guess?
Hey! What's wrong with loving Old School.
But seriously, this story is chock full o' awesome!
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