Back in my day what you call "cancelling" is just what society did to anybody that was acting dangerously retarded.
little fun short story
A z list tier dude I knew in highschool. He has a drinking problem at it cost him everything. He got kicked out of rehab. Isnt a malicious man but lives in his own world. I had dinner with him yesterday and he is slurring his words talking about how hes gonna do all this shit "like it was 20 years ago"
Like imagine if highschool a group of friends had garage band played a few shows then grew up and the one dude who was autistic enough to barely get by became a homeless alcoholic (no really he is homeless) and starts bugging you about some guitar pedal you bought a decade ago, (you ve moved 4 times in those year, have no idea where is its and fuck you can still buy it at guitar center) and hes all "BUT BUT THAT PEDAL HASNT HASNT GONE DOWN IN VALUE"
I honestly want to find that fucking thing take him out to woods and shot it in front of him, in order to break his fixation on it, because that fixation puts me into his mind, and him into my life.
He has an eviction on records wants to rent a place, I could make it happen, but while he s asking for a place and goes "my... my next....my next check will be for 5000$." I am all "well shit that will fix your homeless issue" mean while like ralph his whole support next work is collapsing.
So yeah he is getting cancled the old fashioned way of people who have delt with him will not deal with him anymore.
But he can still have a bank account, he can still have a job, he can have a internet presence if he wants. No one is gonna call his job to get him fired.
Bonus retard story this guy again homeless living in Airbnb's when he has money he drinks then spends it on stupid shit. like a fancy office chair.
Then when he gets kicked out of the airbnb and crashes on a friends couch, well the fucker pisses himself one time too many in a black out stupior. So he s off to the hotel...the flea bag hotel the type of hotel you go just before your homeless (god I feel like I got aids just thinking about that place) so what do you do? take the 500 dollar office chair with you so you can seat in comfort.
Then the fucker ends up in hospital forgets he took the chair with him to the hotel, and I am sitting across from him and going "why did you take the 500 dollar chair to the hotel?"
his answer "that was a nice chair" again I go "why did you take the 500 dollar chair to the hotel....you know your homless right?"
and just like ralph he ignores the question and goes "it was a good chair"
sorry for ranting but its amazing what booze does to people.
