Although I rarely argue (For I dislike conflict--it's way to complicated and it takes effort), on Friday, my best mate and I were having a manly bro-talk about expression and views, and he was kinda tearing me down for most of the things I did (And I gotta admit, it hurt, bro, it hurt).
Like of how I'm positive sort after dealing with my depression through individual work, therefore deciding on self-reliance, stoicism, and a loose code of honor to prove myself as my own person, and let other people have their views on things and keep mind, as it is less stressful and leads to both having a better day. I've been inspired by men of the past through literature and movies, whom I idolize and strive to be like--dare I say, to be better than everyone else, for I am just an average person.
But, in his eye (Which he's kinda in the intermediate of depression in the moment), he thought me of having no expression whatsoever, saying he had a physical art through which to express himself through ceramics whilst keeping my emotions inside had no positive benefit for me. He does whatever he wants, sometimes relying on "other people do it" (In our case, it was pornography), and usually has to express his opinion on a matter, whether people get mad at him or not. He argued with hyperbolic statements (Everyone does it), refutations of my claims (No one can do it--response to how I strive to be an honorable man), and firmly sticking to his side of argument. To be fair, I'm also a living hypocrite, just like one of the characters whom I seek to write out, which didn't help my case in many issues.
In response, I replied to how I had writing my stories to let loose feelings (It's not physical) and band. The cord was struck with my mention of band--a whole spent 6 years going on 7 of my time--saying it was not creative at all, or expressive, as I was just performing someone's work, not putting my own soul into it. He said I was just 'walking around on a field,' doing what people tell me to do, and that it was not artsy.
Now this was a serious affront, as I had spent my last three summers "walking around on a field" (At 180+ bpm, no less; for 8+ minutes and 6 hours a day), and I'm off to do another. As much as I despise marching band, I enjoy it and have a good time, meeting fun people and forming a brotherhood with my fellows (In comparison to the clubs he's tried to join which he's too judgmental and arrogant with other people that he finds them all as assholes). I guess it could be jealousy, or driving force that aspires him to rage and strive to be better than others, I digress, I do not know.
(Sidenote: I do acknowledge that art has no pure definition in a literal application, being judgmental on the matter, but its stated as "The arts are a vast subdivision of culture, composed of many creative endeavors and disciplines")
To this, I could not come up with a witty reply (As for my beginning, I don't normally argue, so therefore I suck at comebacks), but I wanted to, only leaving off with a "see you on Monday, buddy," ignoring the assault, and continued on my way, passing it off as just another hateful comment on me that I've yet to receive in years, but it stuck to my mind with anger that has come to fruition.
Well, what I guess I meant to say was "F*** you, pal," and leave him off with that, but I'm a nice person and dislike arguments. For all I know, he could have completely forgotten the issue entirely and we'd be back to the way things were. *Shrug* For that, I'll make no further mention of it and bear my scars for what it is.
Stoicism and the like, just be an honorable man, even if the statistics of 1 in 10,000 stand against me--For great justice and whatever god(s) of the present serve my cause (The Emperor, the Seven, the Light, the Christian God, Norse, Greek, or whatever false deity who give their soldiers a code of honor and wisdom to follow)