One of those days

Author: =][= Morok
evilcanofjoy@kidsloveguns.com

Ever have one of those days that something just sets you off and you hate humanity for it? Well, I did about 45 minutes ago in Drawing II. Now, after it all, I’m in a mood that (if I could) I’d go shooting down a hallway and eating people’s brains.

So, I’m in Drawing II, right? And the teacher wants us to get creative and asks us to talk about our dreams while we draw. So people start talking about their dreams and I just keep drawing (I do not need these exercises to be creative most of the time, you see). I’m listening to these idiots babble on about their meaningless dreams about sex, murder, and whatever else they are secretly obsessed with. Suddenly, I have an epiphany. I realize that all these people around me are stupid, and I am just like them. That’s right, no matter how much I loathe it and deny it, I’m just like these assholes. In fact everyone is like everyone else.

Of coarse, I do have my slight differences, but it’s all so clear that everyone is pretty much the same on a basic level.

As the people talk more and more, I hate them all more and more. People are complaining about the project, about their dreams, about boyfriends and girlfriends that look at the opposite gender. It’s all meaningless, useless drivel. And then suddenly, I feel very alone in the world, like I’m the only one who sees all these assholes everywhere.

Another thing that pissed me off was the lack of respect for the art teachers here. Now, I will admit that my Drawing I teacher was a duesch bag, but I really like the other two professors that I have this semester. People will sit there and laugh at something they say, or complain that this project is “repeating” the things we’ve learned last semester, etc etc etc. Well, you anal ticks who leech the life out of those who care, I’m glad you know everything about value and volume that there is to know, now shut the hell up so I can take in some information and learn something. Wasting all this money on a class that I don’t pay attention in isn’t as fun to me as it is to you, now

Another thing is the incessant talk about being jealous of the person’s “significant other” bullshit. “Oh, I don’t like it when she looks at other guys.” Or “Well, I don’t let him watch porn anymore.” What the HELL! If I had a girl who told me what I can and can’t do in my spare time (besides like cheating and dumb, unfaithful shit like that) I’d just tell her, “Fuck you.” Now, that may sound insensitive, but I have no restrictions on what they can do. They want to stare at some other guy’s ass, go ahead. I’m not so insecure about myself that I have to dress my girl up in a burkah and leave her in a mud hut all day. If I want to watch porn, I’m gonna damn well watch it and there isn’t anything anyone can say that’s going to stop it (unless she says, “Why don’t we make some porn ;)”… then that will take precedence). Just drop it, no one cares about your stupid relationship problems and you’re vain, petty jealously over who your asshole partner looks at. Stop being so fucking insecure.