On the Batting End of a No-hitter
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There's just something so amusingly annoying about stupid people. They either make us laugh because of their incredible moronity, or they rub us the wrong way because they've got such a dim light bulb under their lampshade. But when we think about it, who hasn't acted so idiotically at one point in his lifetime? It's either one does stupid things because he's pissed drunk, or he's intellectually-challenged. Or he's too sleepy to function well. Or he's trying to be funny. Or he's just really not using his brain. Or he's so pathetically slow. Or... There are a lot more reasons, and I bet everyone falls in one category or another.
Some may think that it's nitrogen, or hydrogen, or oxygen, or any other "-gen" that's abundant in the world, but I beg to differ--dammit, it's stupidity. Though, we have to admit, we gotta love our moments of being a few fries short of a Happy Meal! Those moments emphasize the fact that no matter how much we know, what school we attend, and who we associate with, we still don't have enough bragging rights to rub in other people's faces that we are "smarter" or "more intelligent." Sure, it feels great to know that, somehow, we're sharper than the other tools in the shed, but let's not forget that there's still a big chance that we might have done something more foolish compared to other people.
I know it's hard to keep our mouths in check and our judgments on leashes because it's human nature to gloat over what we have and mock others for their shortcomings, but it won't hurt to try. It's not like we'd be struck by lightning if we tried, now is it?
On that note, I wouldn't mind if people tell me off for insulting someone because I think he's as much use as a hedgehog in a condom factory. Nope, I wouldn't, because, one way or another, I'd forget that, once upon a September, I wrote something endorsing the right to be stupid. I wouldn't mind being reminded, not at all. But let me get this straight: Having been granted the privilege to be stupid once in a while doesn't mean we should keep on falling down the Stupid tree and hitting every branch on the way down. Let's not make a habit of being an idiot. There's a difference between an occasional act and a lifetime profession.
Some may think that it's nitrogen, or hydrogen, or oxygen, or any other "-gen" that's abundant in the world, but I beg to differ--dammit, it's stupidity. Though, we have to admit, we gotta love our moments of being a few fries short of a Happy Meal! Those moments emphasize the fact that no matter how much we know, what school we attend, and who we associate with, we still don't have enough bragging rights to rub in other people's faces that we are "smarter" or "more intelligent." Sure, it feels great to know that, somehow, we're sharper than the other tools in the shed, but let's not forget that there's still a big chance that we might have done something more foolish compared to other people.
I know it's hard to keep our mouths in check and our judgments on leashes because it's human nature to gloat over what we have and mock others for their shortcomings, but it won't hurt to try. It's not like we'd be struck by lightning if we tried, now is it?
On that note, I wouldn't mind if people tell me off for insulting someone because I think he's as much use as a hedgehog in a condom factory. Nope, I wouldn't, because, one way or another, I'd forget that, once upon a September, I wrote something endorsing the right to be stupid. I wouldn't mind being reminded, not at all. But let me get this straight: Having been granted the privilege to be stupid once in a while doesn't mean we should keep on falling down the Stupid tree and hitting every branch on the way down. Let's not make a habit of being an idiot. There's a difference between an occasional act and a lifetime profession.
Paola @ 8:31 PM
