When I was a freshman in college, I acquired the nickname “Hangtime Kid.”
The reason I got that nickname is because on campus, there was this hangout that had arcade games, one of them being NBA Hangtime, which I would play on a daily basis, and I was very emphatic win or lose.
More specifically, I got the nickname for my reactions when I lost. When I lost, I would throw chairs, scream and curse, attempt to topple the arcade cabinet, etc. I even think in one of my blackout rages, I took a pool cue and smashed it against the machine.
After a couple of warnings from the lady who managed the hangout, including one final warning that I could be banned permanently from the hangout, it became clear that the act got really old really fast, so I decided to get some help with my anger and change my outward appearance.
Unfortunately, just because I change who I am, doesn’t mean other people’s perception of me changed. I was speaking to some people from college recently, and they still called me “hangtime kid” despite the fact that it was 10 years ago.
That moniker is not a fair representation of who I am anymore. I’m not a destructive 18 year old kid anymore, so stop talking to me like I am. That really hurts.