Bust My Balls Here

When friends rag on you, I would take it as a good sign. Yes, you may think they're picking on you, but they're actually leveling you out. Sometimes there are time when even Kenji has inflated his ego too big, and needs to be knocked down a peg. That's the perfect time for when your friends should come in and remind you of all the dumb things you've done with your life. Like if you've ever walked home from a bar several miles away, thrown up on kid's jungle gym, and maybe crawled back home to fall asleep in the shower with the water blasting you on scolding hot. That is a good story to remind you that you possess a few floaws. Or maybe that could make it a daily reminder because you can't ever remember to remove the lint trap from the dryer. Regardless of the stories, it takes a good group of friends who will bust your chops relentlessly.

I would suggest that cracking the whip is almost cornerstone a to any functional relationship. Even couples find a way to snipe back and forth at each other. Think I'm wrong? Well, I'll just ask you here if you've ever heard of a little thing called spousal abuse? Talk about reminders!

Anyway, a functional niche should always find ways to balance each other out. If you have to do it by reminding them of how bad a person they are, then do it. I promise - it will not critically damage their sense of self worth or how they might perceive you and their place in the world.

I would also suggest that if you're not busted on consistently, then you might want to check yourself. Are you gay? No? Well, then what else could be the problem? Oh, I know! They could be scared of you crying or not taking it well. Yeah, you big baby. They're probably scared you'll get angry. Well that's probably your fault and not theirs. What happens is that this leads to your friends busting you behind your back, which you'll never know about. Paranoid? Oh, you should be. Like on a level that the Truman Show is actually happening to you.

Ahem. So I routinely accept my balls being busted wide open in front of God and man. In fact, I encourage it. I will often bring a story just to shame myself. Why? I'm egotistical. Despite being lampooned, I've now become the center of attention. And that's like giving the microphone to the band's drummer. It'll only end it tears.

So take your whooping, boy. God knows we beat Deakins like a pack mule, but that's only because we love him.

Oh, and I'm not sure how much of this post applies to women. You guys cry alot anyway, so I'm not sure pointing out your flaws with extreme clarity would help you out. Plus... your periods. Something. Something.

Reminders for class: Call your best friend now and remind them of the dumbest thing they've ever done. They'll thank you.