Sean Patrick Flanery is a pussy… and the day peer pressure left the building!!
Something I’ve discovered along the way is that that true happiness can only exist when your external life is living congruently with your internal values. There’s simply no way around this.
First of all, let me just say that this needs to stay between the two of us, okay? I’ve got a reputation to protect. Now, I know that I bring this up every few years, but that’s because it always starts to eat away at me after a while. I feel much better initially after I tell you, but I guess some mistakes just need routine maintenance. And I know that you know how this story ends, so please just bear with me.
Okay. God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food. Hmm, I don’t know why I alway start with that, I really don’t. Obviously, you know I’m not eating. Anyway, what I need help with today is one of my old regrets again.
Something else I’ve come to realize is that the food you’ll grow in the valley is always the food you’ll eat on the mountaintop. So, be very careful which plants you water, and which plants you neglect.
Okay… so here goes. It was one of my last days in fifth grade at the brand new Quail Valley Elementary school when Andy Duncan accidentally knocked over my chocolate milk. I was sitting with some “cool kids” that were all a year older than me, as I had started school a bit early, and Andy was sitting with the “nerds”. Trash talk and immature negotiations flew around in-between Andy and I with neither one of our mouths moving. We just sort of blankly stared at each other, and before either of us knew it, we were to meet behind the U-Totem convenience store after school to settle everything. Neither one of us even uttered a word, but our respective sides said things like: “you better apologize to Flanery” and “Andy ain’t gonna apologize for shit!!”. Our silence not only spoke volumes, but had confirmed our agreement to meet after school at the designated location, right behind the store’s yellow dumpster, and settle this HUGE problem once and for all.
Sean Patrick Flanery and the peer the pressure came from.
It wasn’t until later in life that I realized… nothing makes walking away from a fight easier than knowing you don’t have to.
I had known Andy in passing since 3rd grade and he was always nice. We had never had problems. I had always found him to be pleasant… quiet, but pleasant. But, because I was too much of a big girl’s blouse to stand up for what I believed in, I was now going to fight someone that I had absolutely nothing against… and I’m horrified at this admission.
“WE ARE MADE WISE NOT BY THE RECOLLECTION OF OUR PAST, BUT BY THE RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR FUTURE“. -George Bernard Shaw
Sean Patrick Flanery & the peer that the pressure came from.
Brian was a year older than me and somehow puppeteered me that whole day. So, after school, we all marched to the U-Totem with a definitiveness of purpose. There were four of us. On the walk there I tried to rationalize this fight in my head and came up with a whopping nothing, but strode on like a pathetic little lemming. Now don’t get me wrong, I know I was a vicious little guy when there was a reason for viciousness, but in this case there wasn’t a reason at all, outside of looking cool to the “cool kids”. For this, I’m also sorry, but the purpose of our talk today is much worse.
THE LESSONS LEARNED WHILE AT YOU LOWEST POINTS IN LIFE WILL ALWAYS PAY DIVIDENDS IN ACHIEVING YOUR HIGHEST.
We arrived at the U’totem and waited very impatiently until about 4 o’clock when we all realized that Andy wasn’t going to show up. On the outside, I was incandescent with rage. On the inside, all of my molecules relaxed at once and I almost passed out from the sheer pleasantness of the moment. However, the moment was short lived, as Brian marched away and said “bullshit, come on guys, I know where he lives”. To this day, the feebleness that I displayed that day still shocks me, because I followed them straight into the beautiful subdivision of Quail Valley and onto one of it’s golf courses heading straight for the intended bludgeoning of Andy Duncan.
Even sleep won’t erase the noise.
It should be our persistent goal that we all live consistently within our values, and refuse to compromise them for any reason.
I now know that self-mastery is even more important than self-defense. I also know that we all get old too soon, and wise too late, but not too late too convey the lessons that the years provide.
…Well, I tried to blink the sleepy away, but I think I’ll have to finish this later. There’s more to this, as you know. I’ll continue next time with part two, “The intended bludgeoning of Andy Duncan”. Thanks for listening.
Good night, and I’ll SHINE… until tomorrow.
-Me
Sean
So far it sounds like we have a similar regretful story although I was in highschool when mine occurred. I’ve been afraid to fight ever since. Not sure I ever want to hurt anyone like that again.
Sleep well sweet dreams xx
Breesie
I can so relate. How does Sean do this,? Most people think I am more similar to Reedenstein, but Seanie and I are also similar on another level, it’s scary, it is like he is inside my head.
Alright, I want you to look at me Sean… You are amazing. I’m always shocked by how personable you can be with your writing. I don’t know where this story is going, well, not the details. But I’m looking forward to continuing this conversation. And yes, I’ll keep it between the two of us. 😉 You get that sleep. I’ll be heading to my overnight shift now. I’ll be thinking this post over…all night long… (Well, maybe not the whole night. I have some fitness exam studying to do on my breaks!).
Good night.
Sean, it is the lessons you pass on to others that you make you a great teacher. You are neither too old nor wise too late. Obviously, no one is perfect, but I always enjoy reading your blogs and tweets. You come across as a person who has lived a 1,000 years, but looks 30 ;). Your words inspire the mind and move the heart. Until then…Casey
wow. this one really hits home. thanks for sharing. I hope you finish the story one day.
Love the message. “It should be our persistent goal that we all live consistently with our values and refuse to compromise them for any reason.” Amen. It’s nice to be reminded to apply this to my life and to keep in check. Well said Prez. xo
I always think its amazing how you can recall memories from your childhood when you’re older and realize that those little insignificant moments and decisions you thought you were making them just built you up into the human being that you are now. Sometimes it takes just a word, just a look or just a single move to change it all and you keep wondering now “what if…”, but as there’s no turning back, as you can’t change anything, all you can do is learn from it all and understand why those memories remain and somehow are so important now.
I don’t know, I’m just guessing ’cause that’s kind of what happens to me.
btw, love your blog.
I know that I myself have done things I’m certainly not proud of in my past and even today in the present. I think our actions that we do now, in the present say exactly who we are as well and define our abilities. We can try and make right, all the wrongs we once created, we can only say we are sorry so many times, but even that gets dull after awhile. We try to redeem ourselves with being good and keeping a smile on our faces. Which is why I think Mr. Flanery you are the way you are today 🙂 you’re simply wonderful, although you may think otherwise, I’ve seen my share of bad people and people with dark pasts, but I truly believe that we can change and we do better, much better, if only given the tools and the chance.
WOW! God Bless you and keep you safe always. 🙂
You truly inspire me to do better and too push my mom to do better and get back in shape for her Heath is failing my dad passed last year from living a very unhealthy life and like you said you don’t want your parents to leave early I don’t want to lose her to and I want to be around a long long time for my daughter luv u man your words have made me try even hard to TCB
I pretty much resisted peer pressure until I hit high school and always regretted it, mostly because of all the trouble I got into. By then, it was either that or the constant teasing, which I couldn’t take anymore. If I had known then what I know now, I would have just dealt with the teasing. I stopped beating up other kids before I got into junior high. That and my brother took wrestling and I didn’t need to defend him anymore. 🙂 And yeah, I know its hardly the same thing as your Andy situation.
Can’t wait for part two. Blessings!
I’m always struck by the quality of your prose, you’re a master storyteller and I hope you consider larger writing projects in the future. It’s fair to say most of us have had a similar experience, sometimes even from both sides and never is it more primal than when we were kids. As adults we may have continued the practice, covered it with a veneer of respectability and called it life. We know better now and wisdom is better late than never. I look forward to seeing how the rest of your story unfolds.
Only knowing half the story (until next time right?) I would say this was a typical peer pressure school thing, that most of us go through especially when it comes to trying to impress the cool kids. Even I, who grew up not giving a rats furry butt what other people thought (or at least i didnt think I did, or fooled myself into thinking that anyways) went through situations like this. Eventually, I figured out that it doesnt matter what the cool kids think (if they want to think your a pussy, so be it) because they likely wont always be the cool kids. As I said, this is only based on 1/2 the story so we shall see what part 2 brings. Regardless of how the story ends, it wont change my opinion of you and you will always be the reason that I climbed trees in wind storms and got stuck in the bushes time and time again trying to find some lost civilization in my back yard (this is not a bad thing, at least not from my perspective lol) 🙂 Good Night and Sweet Dreams
u always hav some kind of special things to say. i think thats gt. u are a special person and i hope u saty that special person.
Hey Sean nice memory to share with us all. Wonderful life lesson, everybody lives with something they regret, it’s what makes us human. Most of us learn from it, other needed the lesson repeated. I think you learned a lot of lessons that made you the great person that you are. I met you in Texas and you are absolutely delightful! That had to be taught/learned somewhere right? Much love -Rae
I can imagine your ora, being in your presence. Imagine a warm sunny day with a cool refreshing breeze. That’s probably what it feels like standing next to you. The wind tussling the hair and the rays gleaming through peaks of shadows, that’s a sweet spirit you have 🙂 no chaos, no confusion, just peace. God bless you Mr. Flanery
I want to know how this ends. Remember the years from when we grow up is always a constant source of happiness, regrets and “what if …”. Being honest there are so much things that I regret doing but most of all that I regret not doing because I was afraid. I don’t have kids of my own but I have nephew that lives with me and every night before go to sleep I ask God for the wisdom to lead the kid for the path of being not only a good man but good human being too.
Love your blog, take care and God bless you.
On the one hand I’m fascinated by what I’ve read so far; on the other hand I’m disappointed that I have to wait to find out what happens.
I can see where you’re going with this, or at least where I think you’re going, and it’s a lesson we all wish we would’ve learned many years ago. Like you said however, it’s never too late.
Well wishes and hugs to you Sean. 🙂
P.S. It was wonderful to meet you last Saturday at Frightmare here in Texas. Come back soon!
I remember this classic SPF blog fondly and it has a special place in my heart. I’ve been hoping for this to be reposted because when I reached the end of what I remember was a four part blog entry, I had chills when the realization hit me. Truth be told, I still get chills when I think about it. I remember this blog so vividly and this moved me beyond belief. I won’t say anything else for reasons I’m sure you know and understand, Sean.
Shine on and God bless.
You just brought back a lot of memories of growing up in QV!
You are such a good lad you are a big inspiration to so many people including me! Keep the good works flowing we love you for it! <3 <3 <3!!
Sean I am loving this blog…looking forward to the follow up. It gives insight into the development of the strong, amazing, inspirational man u are today. ♥
~chelsea @staabch1
oh sean don’t be to hard on yourself we all make mistakes. as long as you learn something from this that’s all that matters. love janie
*patiently waiting for part II* 🙂
What an odd blog. Nick got bullied again, and with a year of bjj under his belt refused to fight back.he told me they were not worth his time or effort.hmmm. good for him. His values are ingrained
I don’t have to tell you how much I love your blog, Sean. Once again, thanks for sharing.
Sean Patrick. …. you have a conscience and this constant pilgramage you make shows that in spades. However, at this point in your ruminations you are a young boy struggling to fit into a world that is years ahead of your emotional maturity. It is I think, that child in you that asks you to forgo forgiving yourself because he feels undeserving of such and so he feels you as an adult do not deserve it either.
Think on this dearheart, if your child came to you with this burden and shamed beyond measure….. would you deny him YOUR forgiveness for a very human and childish failing? Or would you help him to learn from it and be a better person?
If so, why would you deny yourself and that child you used to be the same gift? Are you so much less to yourself than that child you would love as your own? Are you that much less of a deserving person than any other who would come to you for forgiveness of a lapse in good sense?
I know you only through your words and your work. … through the kindness I see you extend time and again to your fans and the loving concern for your friend Norman who won’t quot smoking.
That Sean Patrick is not a “pussy” or shy of making the right choices. That man is human as are we all. That man SHINES because he can revisit something like this with regret. Be gentle with your own perceived failings as I know in my heart you would be with others. I apologize if my reply is intrusive but I owe you so much more than you will ever know and I hope my words will give you ease as a small gift in return.
Bright Blessings of The Lady to you.
Maren McCaffrey
Ready for part 2
I always believed the pressure for boys to impress other boys must be almost a curse. I was raised with nothing but sisters and girl cousins. I was clueless about boys and what made them act the way they did and do the things they did. But I did realize that somewhere in HS that if you’re a boy, you had better have the approval of the other boys before you could do anything. I then never understood why so many of them stayed in that small town and continued the process of impressing each other instead of getting the hell out of there and living the life they really wanted without fear of ridicule and rejection and judgments by their boyhood friends who they probably don’t really like anyway.
Well darlin I have never heard this story before so I’m glad to hear it now, but I will say, unfortunately we all have something from our past that we regret. I just hope that we learn from them along the way. I do believe these are our life lessons and that we do learn from them (most of us anyway). If it’s still bothering you after all these years then I believe you did learn something. So take comfort in that at least and try to let it go. Love to you.
Looking forward to part 2 as I’m not sure I have heard the story. I so far see this as a point in time to learn about yourself – good and bad – and what you do with it from there. Thanks for sharing. — @witha_c
I love the title to this post! Not that I think that about you, I don’t know you, but it’s brave & brash. I would like to read the rest of this story though. Maybe I’ll write something of my own to offset the curiosity.
I have moments like the one you mentioned that just pop up out of nowhere, things I hadn’t thought about in years. I know that now I am older, I can’t believe I was so shallow when it came to competing for parts in plays, or dance team, because really….what did it get me? It taught me lessons that I hope I pass on to my son and my nieces. I think your story is very familiar. We are close to the same age and both are “roll with it” people. Maybe we have mellowed over the years.
Oh, I met you at TFW. You were super nice. Thank you. You made the weekend for me and my sister. God keep you and yours safe and keep on believin’.
Kim
Profound, insightful and heartfelt writiting.
Waiting for Part Deux….
I do believe that some things are worth fighting for but only if someone willfully tried to hurt me or someone I love. The operative word is willfully.
This is the first time I’ve heard you tell this story so I will anxiously await the finish and the moral to your story. You always give everyone such insight and inspiration. Thank you for sharing your life with all of us that love you as an actor and just a general good person.
Your writing is pretty good Sean.. cannot wait to read the rest.. and shhhh I will keep quiet.. 😉
Everybody over the age of 12 has a similar story. Almost.
It’s stories like this that make me appreciate my childhood as a shadow. I wasnt in the ‘in’ crowd and I wasnt in the ‘out’ crowd. I just… wasnt.
The disadvantages were I dont have many fun stories. The advantages are, I got to observe a lot from my perch in the Never.
I’m anxiously waiting for part 2, Sean. You always serve up good food for thought.
I shall show this to my 12 year old daughter. Just to reaffirm the peer pressure lesson. Think we’ve all let peer pressure lead us down the wrong path over the years. Thanks for sharing x
Hi Sean!!! Thank you so much for today’s blog, love how your words make me think and re-think things. I totally agree with you, it feels really peaceful when our external life is consistent with our internal values. But I also understand what you felt back then, it’s really hard not to lose oneself under social pressure, even as a grown person, specially from those we admire, respect or that have some power over us. For me, standing up for what i believe in has taken me to very lonely places (people don’t like it when you don’t do as you’re told), but in the end I feel I made the right decision and I’m happy with that. For example, back in high school some people, even grownups told me i should smoke, drink or even eat certain food (i’m a vegan), and i never did, i’m thankful for that now!!! It’s hard though, like swimming against the flow, you won’t believe this but someone I used to love called me stupid for being in good shape. I certainly know have a lot to improve about myself but i love i’ve made those decisions back then!!. Thank you for always speaking your mind and being so honest, you’re truly amazing!!!! Can’t wait to listen to the second part of your story, hope you have a good night!!!! God bless
(@cavil2006)
Thank you for sharing this story. I can’t imagine how hard this must have been to share. It’s not easy. This is the first time i’ve heard this story, and i don’t know how it ends, but it seems like you carry a lot of guilt around because of this, and i can understand how you feel. Since i was 4 years old i’ve always felt i was unwanted when my mother called an adoption agency wanting to give me up and separate my sister and i. Had it not been for my sister, who was 6 at the time, hiding me under my bed and refusing to come out until my mother changed her mind, i would have been given up. 24 years later, i still deal with abandonment issues… And it is exhausting.
I’m not a doctor, or therapist, or anything like that…. I’m just a normal girl with a high school education, that likes to help people. If i can help one single person at all, i’m happy.
Like i said before, i don’t know how this story ends, but i’d like to give you some advice. This may help, or maybe it won’t, but perhaps it might help to find Andy and apologize for whatever happened, talk things over and make amends. You may feel better after.
Easier said than done though. Lol.
If that’s not possible, try to forgive yourself. You can’t change the past, and you can’t hold onto the guilt and pain forever. It’ll crush you. I should know. On top of feeling abandoned from my family while growing up, i was often teased all throughout school and almost commited suicide my senior year….that was 10 years ago. 🙂 You just have to Learn to let go. It’s not easy, and i still struggle some days , but i take it one day at a time.
I hope this helps you. You’re an amazing actor, and i’m a huge fan. You’ve inspired me to make huge changes in my life, and i’m thinking of learning ju jitsu. I have always wanted to learn since i was younger, but could never afford the classes. 🙂 again, i hope this helps. 🙂
Sean, your ears must be burning. My sister and I were talking about how the tone of your last few tweets seemed a little different over dinner. And bam,here is a new contemplative blog. I have not heard this story so I am looking forward to Part 2. Makes me think of my “keep on this hard, new path” quote for last week. What I do today, shapes my tomorrow. I think I sent it to you. Or I meant to send it to you. Little decisions turn into habits. I’ve been working on building some new ones. Again, those course corrections can be brutal!!!! And a little scary since they include other people who aren’t, let’s say, interested in my new path. ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. Which leads into my new quote for the week: Make your dreams bigger than your fears!!!! May God Bless and Keep You Safe.
I’ll feed my faith and starve away fear, thanks for the wait…. I’m going somewhere with this, but I’ll post the rest on your next blog!
Dear Sean !
I’m looking forward this second part !
God Bless you !
Good night Sean, will be checking messages later. We have all had days where we regret something so don’t be too hard on yourself and this is coming from someone who wasn’t in the “popular crowd”. Take care and sweet dreams.
Ok. So the beginning of this story is good so far, but I would like to know what happened, but being a patient person I can wait. I have had some of those same feelings growing up and have some now. Its hard to stand up for what you “believe” in when you dont know yourself what you really do believe in. Still struggle with it now, but I have more of an open eye to most things now.
Keep shining on Sean!!!
xoxoxoxo
beautifully written. Certain readers are taking every step towards this fateful encounter with you, and feeling each stomach knot twisted moment.
Looking forward to reading part 2 — but no matter how it ends, I think it’s pretty clear that you’ve learned to bloom wherever you are planted.
WOW Sean. That really hit home. I had something similar happen to me and I’m proud to say that I stood up to my friends on pushing the issue on. After that day, I was know as the Peacemaker. I don’t believe in violence unless my life, or my family’s life, is in jeopardy. Thank you for sharing.
Sean, you are such the vivid story teller and I love that about you. The fact that you do no hide the “ugly” that helped you grow to the beautiful person you are today is an inspiration to all of us. I have not heard this story before, so I wait for the conclusion, but I can say right now that I have been the Andy in this story. And I am facinated by hearing this tale from the side of the “cool kids”.
Thank you for sharing and being the blessing who shines for us all.
Wow you sure have words for everything, people weren’t kidding. I mean you haven’t finished the story yet and I can’t wait to hear the rest, but I know where its going and its kind of how I woke up feeling this morning last night I played in bed feeling like crap about some things in my life. When I woke up today I had a whole new out look. Any way thanks for half the story I can’t wait to hear the rest. 🙂
Sean, I love that you share your personal stories with us. Not many people today will do that because they are afraid to be transparent. Just wanted to say thanks for sharing!
As much as I love your writing, Sean, and as important a lesson as you are conveying here, I really wish you hadn’t used the terms “pussy” and “big girl’s blouse.” It may be over-sensitive or even a bit knee-jerk, but I feel like using female terminology to describe what may be perceived as weak/inferior behavior by others is part of a huge problem with the patriarchy we have here. It is a disservice to both men and women, as it perpetuates ridiculous stereotypes about masculinity vs. femininity and the roles men and women play and are allowed to play in society.
That said, I am looking forward to part 2. 🙂
I tend to turn the other cheek and will only fight if I am physically attacked first just to defend myself. I don’t condone Violence. I’m teaching my children the same thing it’s not worth the guilt of hurting someone or the fear that you can be hurt.
I love it when you tell stories about things that happened to you when you were a kid. Especially when you also show pictures. I can’t wait for the rest of the story.
While at school I always seemed to be like Andy, on the receiving end, no matter what I did it was never good enough or cool enough, spent most of my school days with my head down just hoping no one would notice me, always the outsider. After leaving school I started training in Taekwondo, it changed my life, I achieved my Black belt but better still it gave me the confidence I needed to say to hell with all the “cool dudes” My life is mine & I like living it my way,
Everyone has some sort of regret, life is a precious thing, with all its different aspects, It´s heartfelt that someone that has the stature in this life that you have, can find the time to share your own feeling of regret & the guilt you have carried over the years. The lessons that you have learnt over time, I am sure, takes a huge part in the making of the kind & compassionate man that you are today. Well loved by many.
Look forward to part 2. God bless, Namaste. xxx
All night I kept reading this over and over again and couldn’t sleep as I started thinking of my own regrets. Growing up we share the happy, sad, joyous, regretful moments in our lives, but that’s how life lives at least that’s what my life is. I looked back into my past and see how much I’ve grown from my regrets and mistakes, but there is so much I learned at a young age and I’m still learning till this day. Life isn’t easy and I knew that before I even graduated from high school. I knew my life wasn’t going to be easy and I know I’m going to have to work damn hard to achieve what I want to do in life. But I knew I wouldn’t do it alone, I have loving parents who support me and cheer me on, a loving brother who will stand by my side to watch me succeed and a best friend who is like my sister that I never had. You fans who support you every step of the way including Norman. You are a strong, funny, caring, sensitive guy who is brave enough to talk about his own regrets from his past. I admire you for that. I admire a guy who’s not afraid to talk about his past regrets. It’s what makes us human. Stay strong and live life to the fullest. God Bless you! – Grace @hunt_zombie
There are many different forms of peer pressure and there are regrets on giving in to those pressures peer pressure is hard to over come and regret would soon follow but what matters and the choices that you make after giving into them. Myself for example I gave into the pressure of the bulling I went through in high school and dropped out half way into my Junior year but I made up for that mistake a year later when I got my GED. Humanity will never be perfect the only reason we as humans are presented with hard choices is because we and we aloe have the strength to over come them and closer become the person we are born to be.
Why must you end the story short and leave your readers hanging. You sir are a cruel man who needs to get back on this blog right now. I’m just kidding! But seriously love your blog posts and all of your movies. Keep it up!
Aww, Sean, it is all part of growing up, but what you have that most people have or use is a “thought process” You think thinks through before acting on them and at a very young age peer pressure interfered with that. You are your own man and your positivity gives me hope.
I, like many others. experienced tragic events esp. in childhood. raped at 4, molested until 13, family deaths,(brother, mother, and father) constant rejection from the ones I love, Bombing of WTC in 93 and 9/11. the effects are I cannot reach out for friends or boyfriends. I live quietly alone and hate going out into this cruel world. But I have time to reflect (in a good frame of mind or not) on what will keep me safe and it seems removing myself from people removes some of the fear and anxiety . This post isn’t about me, just sharing so you know that “THIS IS LIFE” and you have found your path to “sunshine” follow it and be happy. You are truly a special man to be able to open up and “confess” I admire that. Take good care and God bless. Kathy
As I do not know how this story turns out, I am very intrigued. Being the mom of 2 young girls I try to be very aware of what’s going on with them & I worry–A LOT. I don’t want them to be mistreated nor do I want them to be the ones doing the mistreating. There’s a lot of pressure in trying to be a “good parent” but there is equal pressure in being a kid these days. Thanks for sharing your experiences & inspirations with us Sean!
Can’t wait for part 2. I’m gonna cry aren’t I?
I like this story, bring on part II !!!
I’m occasionally haunted by a time at camp when I helped some girls cover my sister with paint. I wasn’t doing it to be mean or to get their approval. It just seemed like fun, until she started crying and I realized that she was not having as much fun as we were 🙁
I read this when you first posted it and I THOUGHT I replied. Apparently not.
First,I just want to thank you for taking time out of your day to write a blog for US.
Now, remember this. This was in the past. Hopefully you have apologized for your 5th grade stupidity. Trust me, we’ve ALL been there. I know you should have SOME regret and a feeling of guilt for this, but if you have apologized and made ammends with this boy (Now man), don’t lose too much sleep. It would be morally wrong not to lose a little sleep over this, but do not lose too much.
Now on the other hand, if this guy hates you for what you did and did not forgive you and you have not spoken of it, lose sleep. Seriously. Because if you don’t and keep going on in your life, not having been forgiven for this act, it’s going to bite you in the butt one day. I am sorry to say.
God bless Sean!
-Maggie
14
IL
Peer pressure is a bitch…both on the recieving and the “giving” end – I was at the recieving end of things back when I went to school….taunted for being “too good for my own good”…. Tthat “experience” taught me resillience…and even though those schooldays are years and years ago, the experiences stick, don’t they? Sure they do, otherwise you wouldn’t share this so many years later. There is frustratingly almost always SOMETHING that kids, or adults for that matter, can find “wrong” when looking at each other.
Sean….In so openly admitting you fell victim to peer pressure you DO realize, that stand out as anything BUT a pussy!
Love Vibs (Denmark)
Hi Sean,
after reading your entire story, I had to come back to the header of the first part “Sean Flanery – is a PUSSY”… if the story is about being weak in a way or another, I do not quite understand the header. See, I have a pussy and I must tell you after many years of experience, a pussy is not weak – it’s actually pretty strong, tough and can take a beatin’n (Just ask Betty White 🙂 ) Pussy’s are usually attached to women who are also strong, courages and hard to beat down – I’m sure you have to agree with me about that fact, right?
I also realize that the American language – and probably many others – compare negative things to girls and women, as well to women body parts; and everything male is great and strong.
I’m not a (extreme) feminist, but I want my daughter and her cousin (and every single girl in the world) grow up, feeling strong about being a woman, and that they can achieve everthing, but it hurts to hear when they say things at a young age like “you cry like a girl”, “you run like a girl”, “your’re a pussy”, you get my point 🙂
Women are awesome just like men – and there is no reason to put each other down in any way, right?
Have a great day – I love reading your stories!
It is simply a term that is in every young man’s vernacular from my area and had zero reference to anatomy. You are correct in that women ARE awesome… but wrong in that their awesome is “just like men”. I adore women, mainly because they are so different from men… so incredibly unique, from a man’s perspective. I think that the constant comparison to men and adjustment to their uniquely feminine qualities weakens their allure. I adore women… for NOT being men.