Hey guys,
This week has been pretty reticent for the most part; the debacle with my classes was eventually resolved. As for the prepubescent children that cultivate these classrooms however, very little progress has been made. The most interesting and useful thing I learned this week is that the most productive (based on the terms of contamination, sanitation, and my extreme fear that ugly may be contagious) way to keep clean, is to carry around a small bottle of hand sanitizer.
In case of emergencies, I keep a bottle of Febreeze in my locker. It’s quite the effect to see the way these children will scatter when any kind of foreign (some might say clean) smells reach their nostrils. In the brief moment that I hold onto my Febreeze bottle for dear life, they all seem to become very aware of the threat of sanitation, and dart in directions only to save themselves. It oddly reminded me of gazelles running away when another, more dangerous (or in this case, bathed) predator was discovered within their midst. Please use the animal channel at your own discretion, to understand this.
Enough of that, though, the classes I’m taking currently are Accounting, Business, and Retail & Marketing. When I read this schedule aloud, a lot of people seem to be under the misconception that I’m dimly interested in these classes. I’m not. I had originally applied for Psychology and Philosophy; neither of which was available. This explains my limited, but very chilling association with the voluptuous prepubescent(s) thus far.
Most of the classes are desultory enough, when their not shoving down morsels of meaningless fact and knowledge down our throats. It seemed ironic to me when I found out they later expected us to, in full sentences of course, regurgitate in proper form, all of these tidbits of bullshit we thought was hard enough to sit through the first time . In my case the contents of my insouciant stomach would empty themselves across my page, only to reveal a full name, and obscene drawings of the instigator (or teacher) behind the plot to bury us in our own bed of meaninglessness.
It feels gratifying though, to go through so many hilarious routines and conflicts in the real world everyday. The same mixed emotions towards the children that I hate; Pity, that their mothers never taught them how to properly take showers. And Envy, oddly enough, the way they readily swallow whatever is defecated in front of them. It’s done in such a seemingly painless manner (no gag reflexes required) it makes me wonder if it might just be easier to accept that the world is full bullshit and ugly people, and to move on.
Like everything else though, it’s easier said than done. I’ve had the pleasure to meet a few individuals, who seem to, in a very mellow fashion, understand the same internal conflict this represents. They however have it figured out; they seem to have bought (or smoked) some kind of internal switch or mechanism, that can enable the user to simply not care at times, filled with nothing but glee, insouciance, and a large appetite, or the ‘munchies’. Though at the time they may not withhold the brain power to express these emotions, their intent is clear; while they look furtive and are easily overlooked, these people are the ones who have smoked their way through several years of bullshit.
Alas, I seem to possess enough logorrhea that no matter how many times I gain perspective on these kinds of things, they still seem to come out in the same jumbled and defibrillated tone. However, my acknowledgement towards the choice of these things and choosing the lesser of these two evils (silently rather than publicly) has got to count for something.
So while I wait for karma or some unknown force for compensation of the last 4 years of my life, I’m going to attend my classes and do what I’m told. To keep up with the progression of my insanity though, I’ll write again next week.
