Leave Me Alone, You Dirty Bastards
by Jenn Eks
So . . . They say that ignorance is bliss. I was thinking about this the other day while I was around some seemingly all-to-happy-to-be-alive people, and I had to ask myself who 'they' are?
I couldn't really come up with an answer to that other than 'they' are not blissful. I mean, who would call themselves ignorant? However, after some pondering I came up with a few ideas of who might fit into a blissful category. I'm sure you've been around some of these and can identify with my feelings of agony of being forced to deal with them on a daily basis. They are the same people who make me consider, once every so often, the possibility that I could be the next gun person in the bell tower.
They watch "Friends" religiously, never noticing or considering the fact that there are no minorities in that little TV circle (or in the coffee shop they hang out, or anywhere on the show whatsoever for that matter). They feel the need (upon entering college) to shell out a large quantity of money to an organization which will allow them access to instant friendships and invitations to all the ragin' parties where they can drink too much really horrible beer, gang-bang or get gang-banged, pass out, and wear way too much plaid--not necessarily in that order. They are the people who don't even read Cliff Notes 'cause they're too busy buying their lottery tickets along with their other 43 items at the 8-item-only express lane. They are all the dorks who tried to convince me that "no, really, when you turn Dio upside down it spells devil." They're the idiots who go to the mall thinking that this time they could find their true love while they're shopping for the latest Hootie and the Blowfish album. They are the people who assume anything about anyone before knowing them. They are the people grooving along and shouting if they don't like it, but they don't know what the Casbah is. They're the people who didn't notice that Bob was the one armed man. And along with them sit the people who don't even know who Bob Dole is. They're the people who told me I should have been an engineer.
They are the conformists! And even more so, they are the people who are trying to be individuals in order to conform!
I could go on and on but really my point (besides just harshin' on a bunch of asses that point and laugh at me because of their own lack of self-esteem) is that if ignorance is truly bliss, and it sucks this badly to be mediocre and average (as I feel I am), why would anyone want to strive for excellence?
Anyway, I've got to go to the mall with my friend Todd to use my Gap gift certificate. Should I get the blue shirt or the white one?
Love,
Jenn Eks
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