AlexeyD wrote:Gentlemen...now this discussion is getting silly. Being an asshole doesn't make you a better or worse climber, and neither does being a good climber make you any more or less of an asshole. Can we just leave it at that?
You still don't get it. Has absolutely nothing to do with being an asshole or a good/bad climber etc.
Has everything to do with the misperceptions that are imposed on certain people (and their ideals) by the masses, IMO.
Again, this is exactly what I believe the OPer was referring to. The OPer never once stated that it was the "right" thing to do.... never. He was just injecting his observations and opinions. Nothing more nothing less.
My own generation of California rock climbers (1974-1984) had a habit of not speaking to non-climbers about climbing. Maybe this was pure snobbery. Maybe it was not.
If some chubby co-worker non-climber could not appreciate the finer points of climbing and the glorious mountains…then what’s the point of talking to him about climbing?
My generation of climbers was a quiet and more judgmental generation. I’m talking about dedicated, committed individuals who were serious or pretty darn serious about climbing. The crags gave us something special that was intense and very personal.
Today’s generation of climbers seems different, more ordinary, like climbing to a lot of them is just another outdoor “recreation.” They walk down the street in climbing clothes and they paste climbing bumper stickers on their cars. Surely you know those people are climbers then! If they wear tech clothes to work and display climbing bumper stickers!
In professional settings I’ve run across younger people who have “climbing calendars” up on their walls, and they blab to their baffled co-workers about sport routes or snow slogs they’ve done. I’ve listened a few times, but I never tell them that I once was a pretty serious climber. These climbers seem so “mainstream,” whereas my generation was quite a bit more “counter-culture.”
Though I was thin, a few non-climbers noticed that I had these freakishly developed forearm and calf muscles. I did tell them that I developed those muscles from climbing or training for climbs. That’s the only way most people ever found out I was a climber!
I guess I was too egotistical about my little climbing accomplishments and the risks I took to share my personal climbing stories with ignorant and chubby non-climbers. They would never understand, anyway.
Anyone else feel the same way?
Fletch wrote:Ok, so what you are saying is that society imposed these 'expectations' on him to be a nice person, and he got butthurt that someone/thing was telling him to be nice, so he said, "fuck it, im going to be an asshole and go live in the woods." Good for him. He really showed us!
And you admire/worship this guy?
He didn't show anyone anything other than what they wanted to see.
Admired him? Nothing of the sort. It goes far deeper than that. I respected him because I understood him for what he truly was. Not what society claimed that he was or wasn't.