“When you call a girl fat or ugly, it’s engraved into her mind. Every insult will stay with her forever, reminding her that she’s worthless, disgusting, and unloved. Her mind will be prgrammed to put herself down, to hate herself and her body. Call her pretty? She’ll remember it for a moment. Call her ugly? She’ll never forget it. Because she’s a slave to the pain that you never even thought about.”
And to that I say I say this:
The social pressure goes both ways missy.
And furthermore, knowing how hurtful it is to call a girl fat or ugly, if I ever call a girl either of those, then it should be a good indicator to her how much she’s hurt me.
Fuck society. Fuck normality. Get piercings. Get tattoos. Do drugs. Get high. Drink 'till you pass out. Have sex. Love with all your heart. Play the music loud. Live your fucking life. Fuck what people expect of you. Do what makes you happy.
You see that guy on the left? His name is school. And that handsome devil on the right? Thats yours truly.
Now…I feel like every day I hear people say they hate school.
No. I hate school.
Peter Gibbons: “Our high school counselor used to ask us what’d you do if you had a million dollars and didn’t have to work. And invariably what you’d say was supposed to be your career. So if you wanted to fix old cars then you’re supposed to be an auto mechanic.”
Samir: “So what did you say?”
Peter: “I never had an answer. I guess that’s why I’m working at Initech.”
I guess thats why I’m a Poly Sci/Pre-Law major.
See…during introductions on the first week of class my Poly Sci teacher asked us all our names, year, major, and something interesting about ourselves.
"Wes. Senior. Poly Sci/Pre-Law. Uh….[shit]…uh…despite my major I want to be a musician for the rest of my life."
Teacher: “So why are you a political science major?”
"…..Well I kind of like both so I settled for a music minor to uh…yeah."
And for the first time I was really at a loss for words. I feel like every time I’ve given the expected response, “That I give somewhat of a shit about it”, I had convinced myself that I at least sort of cared about political science. But the fact of the matter is that I don’t think that I’ve ever really cared about any subject I’ve studied. Ever. Political science was just the one I hated the least.
Thats not to say that these subjects haven’t had an effect on me. I have had some huge revelations about how I perceive mankind through philosophy and sociology and how I’ve realized that so much of what we do is bullshit. Nearly every day I step out of political science being overly emotional about the poor people all around the world, the corruption in government, and just about pissed off at every human being on the planet.
But I digress. Haha.
I just hate the academic part of it so much. I feel like I’ve learned more about life and political as well as philosophical theories by watching Comedy Central specials, the Daily Show, and talking to real people in English.
This whole academia thing to me is just a shit ton of jargon that I’m done with. I’ve been convincing myself for God knows how long that school is something I need to do. But somewhere along the line of 17-18 years of bullshit I figured out that this is not for me and never will be. I’m only doing graduating for a few reasons:
1) For the sake of my parents. They will be disappointed (although they’d never admit it in depth) if I didn’t graduate. Also, I think they would fear for my financial stability.
2) Social pressure. I think a number of people (friends included) would think of me differently if I didn’t. Moreover, I think everyone would look at me differently. Because school = status, even if I think its a crock of shit overflowing with elitists.
3) I’m this far. Fuck.
But the reality is,
I don’t care.
I fucking just don’t care.
I know I’m talented. I know I’m smart. I just don’t believe in school. I do not understand people who get their doctorates. If thats their thing, then go for it. If you feel great that you got published in some journal that no one but other professors will ever read (aside from students who want to shoot themselves over your work), then go for it. But I’d rather spend my time helping people face to face than hoping that my knowledge trickles down over time. And music theory will never apply that much to what I want to do. Nowhere near how much time I spend on it. I will double a leading tone if I want to.
Its just that I feel like I’m rotting in every class room. I feel like the best days of my life are just going by and I’ve felt that way since I was in middle school.
Each day and each teacher is my day of TPS reports. Every day someone is telling me I have a “Case of the Mondays.”
Peter Gibbons: The thing is, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy, it’s that I just don’t care.
Peter Gibbons: It’s a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don’t see another dime, so where’s the motivation? And here’s something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now.
Peter Gibbons: Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That’s my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.
And thats it. I’m just working hard enough not to get fired.
Peter Gibbons: So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.
Dr. Swanson: What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
When you tell gay Americans that they can’t serve their country openly or marry the person that they love you’re telling that to kids too. So don’t be fucking shocked and wonder where all these bullies are coming from that are torturing young kids and driving them to kill themselves because they’re different, they learned it from watching you.”—Sarah Silverman (via loveyourchaos)
Greg was a guy I knew from comedy. We hung out a few times, did a couple shows together. I was struck by his immense intelligence and good spirit. He died yesterday after an accidental prescription drug overdose. I’ve been upset about it since I found out: too many talented people die unnecessary…
Gratitude. Hope. Desire.
This is a really tough and heavy read (both Michael Ian Black’s post and the linked interview of Greg Giraldo) but an absolutely worthwhile read, no matter what you do/hope to do for a living.