Here's my theory on Howard's angst

[gotnolife]

What about the psychotic sadist pathetic piece of shit mother of his?
His neuroses all come from her. He just might have a chance of happiness if he can ever exorcise her from his head.

[Goo For You]

What about the psychotic sadist pathetic piece of shit mother of his?
His neuroses all come from her. He just might have a chance of happiness if he can ever exorcise her from his head.

I don't want to make it seem like I know anything about psychology, but that sounds to me like a very valid Freudian interpretation. Personally, I lean more towards the rational behavior camp, which thinks that people should own up to their own shit.

[Thedomina]

Howard took up photography so he could get his wife to spend time with him

[username]

He is a fanatical jew. In-breaded the last 5000 years. Most of them are sick in the head because of that. Like most of them he thinks he is superior then the rest. Everything should be his, any means possible. Treat the goyish like shit they are. Lie, manipulate, use tribe contacts, do anything to get ahead in life. Exempt do a honest living.

(how many jews have real jobs? I mean: where they don't have other that have done the job for them? For example: a shop keeper haven't done anything. He just buys stuff other have done and put on 10-30% on top of that. Real work is mining, police, carpenter (oh... Josef was a carpenter. Evidence that the bible is a fairy tale).

They always live on others work and treat other tribe members as an exclusive club.

Thats the reason why they alway have been hated in history. Its their own fault.

To bad that the USA is not educated about the jew. (Claws and horns)

[Scarfo]

The source of Howard's angst is that there are marbles that aren't his and goy who won't bow to the Jewish master race.

[IlluminatiJones]

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The guy talks bs for a living. Doing so, he quickly becomes a master at it. He learns to control every aspect of his medium, and to spin stories every way he wishes. He feels like the master of universe.

But every once in a while, because of his keenly developed senses, an unpleasant thought creeps in: His game isn't making him happy or particularly smart -- even worse, his skills gain him no advantage when dealing with his wife or children.

This thought is so unnerving that he quickly learns to suppress it. He does everything in his power to avoid dealing with the void in him.

But because he has become a master at perception, he can't help becoming more and more aware of his shortcomings

A "master at perception" would not have fallen for Beth's ultra-obvious long-con.

And you don't have to be super-perceptive to be aware of his shortcomings. He's a living, breathing shortcoming. He's "shortcoming" personified.

as well as of the fact that the people around him -- Robin and Dominic in particular -- are profoundly ignorant and despicable human beings. His hairline receding from around his hair plugs isn't helping him.

You're jumping around a bit, but I'm with ya......................

Every attempt he makes at communicating with real and wholesome human beings fails. He hates everyone as well as himself. He becomes a recluse.

You said a mouthful there, and that's the key/crux of the issue I think; basic human decency completely bugs him out! He just can't deal with the fact that the world is singing, dancing, laughing, fucking, and partying on just fine without him.

And that's why he "mines" guests for pain; that's the only place he can "meet" and connect with someone.

He'd rather infect the world with his disease than become healthy and be "reduced" to joining it. He's special.

It's just so fucking dreary and cowardly.
You'd think he'd just get sick and tired of being so miserable. I've just about had it just writing about it.

In his desperation, he mistakes his infatuation with an escort as a panacea for his problems.

This relationship gives him something else to think about, but soon, the magic dies.

He's back in his cellar; and at this point, he's grasping for straws. He has heard good things about chess so he takes it up.

It takes a while, but eventually he comes to realize that chess is teaching him the lesson he should have learned a long time ago: progress (as well as all the good things that come with it) comes from patience, honesty and perseverence.

He shudders at the thought and quits playing. He's wasted too much of his life to give up his bs. The only problem is, the void remains, and it keeps eating him up...

Yes, it's a void, and yes, it's getting bigger. It's like soul-cancer. I don't think there's one square foot of genuine psychic real estate inside him. He simultaneously tries to play each side of just about every issue, but doesn't really mean either of them, and it's so obvious................to everybody but him.

Great post, Goo For You..................especially if English isn't your first language!

Thanks to QuiteFrankly for breaking it down into bite-sized chunks..................and for that awesome av.

[trojans888]

Breaking news. Getting old is not fun.

[trojans888]

Howard talking about how addictive his personality is was a bit much. No food, gambling, alcohol, drugs and blowjobs. Come on. Mini Ipad? Probably the saddest addiction though.

[Brokenbad]

Howards search for a Christy Brinkly look-a-like (hence the Kmart blue light special Beth) shows sometimes you don't get what you pay for.

Intelligent post a usual Goo. Do you have a poodle and a pit in your basemant?

[Goo For You]

that's the key/crux of the issue I think; basic human decency completely bugs him out! He just can't deal with the fact that the world is singing, dancing, laughing, fucking, and partying on just fine without him.

While figuring out the details is great fun, I'm afraid it all boil downs to him being two things: a giant bore, and a giant narcissist.

He's tried his whole life to prop up an image of him being the most interesting man on the planet, but he of course has always been anything but... Just look at that pencil neck pelican go, pretending to be a rock star in the 90s... What you see is pure and unadulterated awkwardness.

Remember those shitty joke books from when you were young? That pretty much covers everything that is real about Howard -- and this brings us to an interesting parallel: Jackie knows that he is the same, but instead of trying to run away from it, he embraces it. This makes him an extremely likeable person.

As for Howard, though, the bottom line for me is that there are way more interesting characters in, say, this forum right here.

Great post, Goo For You..................especially if English isn't your first language!

Need to work on my prose, but luckily, I have the rest of my life to do so... diligently...

Breaking news. Getting old is not fun.

If there was an ounce of truth in this being about him getting old, and not about him being a giant user throughout his life, he'd have all of my sympathies.

Intelligent post a usual Goo. Do you have a poodle and a pit in your basemant?

Outside of hurting people and all that other nasty shit, I think Bill had quite a good thing going.

Luckily, I'm not balding... but I confess to wearing mostly Vivienne Westwood.

I'll leave you to ponder whether that is a picture from World's End, their ragged (?) concept store in London, or from a wall in my apartment.

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