I Wish (436 hits)
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Submitted by CBG is going to close my kitchen (View user info) at 2004-09-19 17:40:55 EDT
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I sometimes think that I'm too smart for my own damn good.
I find myself being annoyed on a daily basis. Whether I'm at school, in a store, or even watching TV, there's always some dumbass around the corner just waiting to pounce on me, waiting to test my patience. I try to avoid them, but bumping into dumbasses nowadays is inevitable. They make up a majority of our population, and like them or not, they will always be around. I loathe them.
And yet sometimes...
Sometimes...
I long to be one.
I often admire the way they are consistently reckless, the way they can effortlessly laugh at idiotic jokes, the way they cruise nonchalantly through the obstacles that bombard us in every day life. They are too stupid to worry about next week's midterm, too stupid to worry about taking the SATs, too fucking stupid to give a shit about life after high school.
They would rather yap about who Joey hooked up with last night than study for next period's test. They would rather text message their friend on their goddamned cell phone than listen to the teacher instruct the class. I can't stand them.
So why am I always watching them? Listening to them?
I'll tell you why. It's fascinating. I wish that I could just stop being so serious long enough to enjoy a day of school. But I just can't. I can't relegate myself to level of stupidity at which they thrive. I can't become what I have hated so much my entire life, even if it does bring more happiness.
The dumbass in the back of math class, for instance. He sits there and yells shit out all period, and most kids laugh. Not me. I sit there and imagine how good it would feel to flog him on the skull with a baseball bat. I break at least two pencils a week in frustration, listening to this schmuck get the attention he so desperately craves. But I can't lie to myself. Part of me wishes I could be the spontaneous motherfucker that is he, but I know I can't bring myself to do it. And it kills me.
Then there's the moron in physics who sits in the front. He's the one who seems to think he knows everything about sports. You know, the guy who is always praising the team that won yesterday, and debasing the team that "will definitely lose" tomorrow. I have the urge to shout out to him that he is wrong, and that he should shut his damn pie hole. But I can't. That'd make me just as much of an idiot as him. Pussy? Nah. After all, he is entitled to his opinion. Even if he is fucking wrong.
I remember my fourth grade teacher telling us: "he who laughs, laughs last." I guess that means while all these dumbasses are giggling and snorting now, I'll have a big fucking smile on my face when they're filling my gas tank, shining my shoes and begging for my spare change. Yeah, I hope that's how it will be.
Though I sometimes wish to be carefree and dense, I know what I have to do. I have to suck it up, pay attention, and realize that I'm wishing for the wrong thing. When I find myself smothered in a class chock full of shit-for-brains, I wish for something else.
I wish this day would fucking end.
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