Oh goodness, look at all the idiots.
I will be the first to admit that my opinion doesn’t count for much. The people it does count for, obviously, read this blog. So for those and for anyone else who has ended up here by accident: here it goes.
Stupidity and ignorance in my day-to-day life will never cease to amaze me. So many people in this world are closed minded and, as a future generation of leaders, will only draw us closer to our own destruction. Case in point, a boy named Andrew in my history class the other day.
We have begun to read “A People’s History of the United States” by Howard Zinn, an internationally acclaimed author. Do you know what Andrew’s first words were when he picked up the book to look at it? “This isn’t going to have any white males in it.” Now the back of the book says, indeed, that the points of views in this book were those of women, immigrants, and african-americans, but instead of embracing this history book for being different he rejected it.
Well guess what, Andrew. The book, though citing minorities, was written by a white male. Howard Zinn, though Jewish, is a white male. I suppose that wouldn’t count though, would it, because in the mind of a 16-year-old republican all white males must also be Christian.
The next thing I knew, in my little table of four, a discussion was sparked. “Did you know that the ‘white male’ is so common that we have the hardest time getting into college?” Oh, is that so dear ignoramus’ I have to share a table with. Could it be, maybe, that our oppression of minorities is finally dying down enough that people besides white males are getting good educations? Could it possibly be that a black woman has better grades than you? A hispanic man? Maybe a korean boy, or a Filipino girl studies harder.
In my personal opinion, the white male is growing jaded, ignorant, and has gone on too long riding the waves of their own egos. Do you know why white males are getting into college less and less? They’re lazy. A white male doesn’t have to struggle in the world, or deal with racism or hate. A white male will ride the tide of privilege.
Now, I know this isn’t true for everyone. I know that a lot of white guys are probably not so well off. I also realize that the generalizations I make aren’t always appropriate, but you have to keep in mind that these rants are geared towards those generalizations. Those people who fit into boxes and stereotypes. The average assholes are the ones I can’t stand.
I sure hope The Rapture is coming, because I know one too many people who need to be judged.
Motivation.
In the grand scheme of things, and things that piss me off, the past few days have been very mild. Therefor I think I will have to recycle something the I wrote a few weeks ago; rewriting it into a shining jem of a piece. Or, at the very least, something that people will not read and then mock for being a terrible piece of shite.
So this piece of revised writing is about my lack of motivation. It is really amazing how unmotivated I am sometimes. Like in this blog. I’ve gone days without writing! Apparently, I’ve decided that I have better things to do than write. Which is probably why everything I try to write end up dying within it’s second chapter. You’d think that I would’ve given up by now. Hung up the old keyboard and called it a day. Most people would’ve by now. Why am I such an exception? Honestly, I have no idea.
I have an obnoxious persistence in writing that my mother really wishes I’d show elsewhere, like cleaning my room. Actually, I have obnoxious persistence in a lot of things that my mother would much apply to keeping a clean living area. “You can memorize the lyrics to every Nine Inch Nails song ever written,” she grumbles, “but you can’t keep your room clean.
You should all check out Nine Inch Nails, by the way, if you haven’t. They’re fantastic. But I’ve digressed.
None of this making fun is to say that I don’t love my mother. Because I do. I love my mom more than anything in the freaking world, because she’s a really amazing woman. But what I am trying to say is that I am a terribly unmotivated individual. I am a straight A student(save for one B+ in Spanish) and yet I have to make up 1003.2 excuses for why I don’t have my homework, or why I couldn’t be assed to come to school on a particular day.
I mean, really. Sometimes I amaze myself. My room is never clean, my clothes are never folded, everything is out of order. It’s a damn miracle I can put my shoes on the right feet.
And now, to close this lovely tidbit of writing in the most appropriate way possible… I have some really overdue homework that I need to get a move on.
Classmates.
Classmates. Bad classmates, rather. What is a bad classmate? A bad classmates shouldn’t be considered a classmate at all. They do not do their homework, they give the teacher attitude, and they mutter angrily like they’ve been done some great injustice by being told to have a notebook and not whip out their cellphone during class. It makes me want to hit people in the head. Multiple times. With a baseball bat.
I don’t even understand how a person can get so rude! I mean, really, let me take you back for a moment. Way back too my wee years of preschool. Kindergarten, at most, but no later. It was the one and only thing I have ever done that is even remotely comparable to what these “bad classmates” do everyday.
My preschool boyfriend (remember those?) and I were out playing in the yard. Playing by the swings, using knotted up cloths to whack at people’s feet. We were laughing, having all kinds of fun. Because, really if you thinking about it, it doesn’t take much to amuse a 4-year-old. Anyways, there we were wacking at people’s feet when… let’s call him A, the preschool boyfriend, he fell into “my area” of the swing set. I beat him up with my knotted up cloth. I was so impacted by my teacher yelling at me for that one incident that I have never been violent since. That was one time. What happened to these kids? Weren’t they yelled at as children? I don’t understand! How do you have so little respect for humanity that even yelling doesn’t work? Yelling scares the shit out of me, but… maybe that’s just me.
Another extra special quality of the bad student is the inability to stop talking. And then they get offended when a teacher calls them out, denying that they were talking even when their voice is reaching a 6.0 on the Richter Scale!
I really could go on for pages and pages about how I want to stuff the Bad Classmate(tm) into a wood chipper and then feed them to a great white. But I wont! Now I’m going to talk about immaturity in general. Because, really, immaturity is the driving force behind the Bad Classmate(tm).
I don’t understand immaturity. I mean, I could recite the dictionary definition from memory but I still don’t get it. It makes no sense when I see it in action, in everyday life. Why can’t people just not act like idiots? Another rhetorical! I’m good at those. I have friends, you know, who are well over my age and some of the things they say and do make me want to shove them in garbage cans.
You know… I’m not actually a violent person. I could never hurt someone. But that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it, a lot, in times like these.
