I am taking the unprecedented step and bringing wrestling-related concepts into the Cigar Lounge. I know, I know. No need for applause. No, really. I'm sure it's been done multiple times before. Oh, silly me. I haven't even gotten to the thread idea yet.
Faces: They're, well, the good guys. If they saw $20,000 in a bag, they'd likely turn it into the nearest police station. If they saw a woman in trouble, they'd help. If they saw a group of troubled teenagers, they'd go risk their lives teaching the merits of telling the truth, respecting your mother, and eating your vegetables.
Heels: They're the douchebags. They see a dollar slip out of your pocket, they're keeping it. Anyone slights them, they're getting beat. They don't like you? You're going to have hell to pay. You believe they're doing wrong? You'll be ridiculed. Most basically, your typical schoolyard bully.
So, my question. Are you more of a Face or a Heel? Do you find yourself holding onto that sense of right and wrong a little too unerringly? Do you find yourself sacrificing your morals for your own gain a little too often? Do you care deep down in that upright walking primate we call a Human, or do you just not care? To put it simply, are you more of a John Cena or a Randy Orton? Minus the punting people and what not, of course. Unless you do that. In which case, why aren't you in jail? Or you could wimp out and say Tweener. Because no one seems to want to admit to be a jackass Heel. I'll never know why.
I've found that I've run the gamut throughout my life. Lulz, "my life." I've only been alive 19 years. Anyway, in my school every one of my friends and teachers were pretentious assholes who wouldn't help you if you were begging for it. So, as I grew up, I was a pretentious asshole. D-bag, if you would. Horrible, horrible person. Insulting, rude, just overall a bad person to my peers. I'm not trying to excuse myself. I had no excuse for the way I treated others, and I knew this. I tore myself up everyday over how I treated the other students. I never hit anyone, so that's a plus. But still. I was a Heel.
Then I went to college. Actually, I left for college about 10 months ago. I'm on summer break right now. I met a great group of friends, the exact opposite of what I saw in Cabot, the town where I learned how to treat other people. I met probably one of the most awesome girls that has ever stepped out of Oklahoma. I wasn't petty. I wasn't a jackass. I was beginning to live the morals I always had. The ethics I always knew were true. I slowly became that Face I knew was down deep. That's right. A semi-complete transition from Heel to Face in 10 months.
I'm Face. And couldn't be happier.
Faces: They're, well, the good guys. If they saw $20,000 in a bag, they'd likely turn it into the nearest police station. If they saw a woman in trouble, they'd help. If they saw a group of troubled teenagers, they'd go risk their lives teaching the merits of telling the truth, respecting your mother, and eating your vegetables.
Heels: They're the douchebags. They see a dollar slip out of your pocket, they're keeping it. Anyone slights them, they're getting beat. They don't like you? You're going to have hell to pay. You believe they're doing wrong? You'll be ridiculed. Most basically, your typical schoolyard bully.
So, my question. Are you more of a Face or a Heel? Do you find yourself holding onto that sense of right and wrong a little too unerringly? Do you find yourself sacrificing your morals for your own gain a little too often? Do you care deep down in that upright walking primate we call a Human, or do you just not care? To put it simply, are you more of a John Cena or a Randy Orton? Minus the punting people and what not, of course. Unless you do that. In which case, why aren't you in jail? Or you could wimp out and say Tweener. Because no one seems to want to admit to be a jackass Heel. I'll never know why.
I've found that I've run the gamut throughout my life. Lulz, "my life." I've only been alive 19 years. Anyway, in my school every one of my friends and teachers were pretentious assholes who wouldn't help you if you were begging for it. So, as I grew up, I was a pretentious asshole. D-bag, if you would. Horrible, horrible person. Insulting, rude, just overall a bad person to my peers. I'm not trying to excuse myself. I had no excuse for the way I treated others, and I knew this. I tore myself up everyday over how I treated the other students. I never hit anyone, so that's a plus. But still. I was a Heel.
Then I went to college. Actually, I left for college about 10 months ago. I'm on summer break right now. I met a great group of friends, the exact opposite of what I saw in Cabot, the town where I learned how to treat other people. I met probably one of the most awesome girls that has ever stepped out of Oklahoma. I wasn't petty. I wasn't a jackass. I was beginning to live the morals I always had. The ethics I always knew were true. I slowly became that Face I knew was down deep. That's right. A semi-complete transition from Heel to Face in 10 months.
I'm Face. And couldn't be happier.
