When I was in HS in Virginia, there was a kid who walked around our neighborhood dressed wierd, like an extra from a Van Damme movie of the 80's/90's. My friends and I used to meet at an Elementary School every week and spar each other to see of any of the shit we learned actually worked, and this was when I was big on Eastern Philosophy and Gung Fu. The boxing, wrestling, Muay Thai, and other shit I did before this had been neglected, but this time in my life actually got me back into it. Anyhow, this kid comes striding across the field like a terminator wearing a Gi, and my friends laughed because he had on a black belt that had quite obviously been colored black with a marker or something. This kid was built like a brick shithouse though, so we didnt know what to expect when he literally asked if he could fight with us that day. His Karate was comically textbook and slow, though the form wasn't terrible. He just seemed like a guy who took karate but was just never good at the very quick sparring, but had a deep desire to hit people very hard, but loathed the idea of getting hit. Whenever any of my friends aggressed, he backpedaled faster than anyone I'd ever seen.
When I think of guys like spacetime, I am reminded of that kid. Just desperate for some kind of validation so much so that they no longer care if its positive or negative.
