Saturday, May 03, 2003 I dislike most of my kind
This has been a huge problem in the past. I think I've bitched about it before, but it's a pretty deep well of bile I've got, and I think I'll go ahead and draw from it again.
I think I should clarify some things. I don't think I'm a particualrly great, brilliant, or saintly person. My brain feels like the strings of pumpkin innards left in a week-old jack-o-lantern right now. I blame thesis-lag, my poor upbringing, and several other issues I will get to in due time. I am shallow, and sometimes, on the basis of their looks alone, I decide that I am never, ever going to talk to a given person if I can possibly help it. I am naturally a poor dresser, and even with the mate to serve as a fashion consultant, I've only risen from the "special olympics" to the "hotter than usual homeless" category. I have lame tattoos and damaged hair. I throw hissyfits when the world does not conform to my standards.
But Jesus! Maybe I'm just mean and shit, but I strongly dislike other English majors. It's not just at my own dear school, and there are numerous exceptions. I've also strongly disliked people from many other fields (I'm looking at you, Drama Department). I dislike teh English majors who think that watching movies and talking about them is the same as reading books and talking about them because "you use the same methodology". I dislike the English majors who assume right off the fucking bat that Shakespeare was a bad, bad guy who wrote plays for the purpose of punishing women. I dislike the poor fashion sense among the aforementioned constituency. I dislike those who keep saying things like, "Writing can't be taught," yet persist in taking writing classes and wasting my time. I dislike those who blatantly mine person tragedy for the sympathy vote. I do a lot of disliking. I wish Harlan Ellison would come and help me dislike. I wish I could skip all my obligations 'til graduation and go to top-quality amusement parks and get a job as a professional kitten cuddler. I wish many things. Now it is time for dinner. Samosas ahoy! posted by Frenz | 5/03/2003 07:51:00 PM
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