Okay, you “deep thinkers” out there, pay attention. You’re fucking retarded.
I don’t need to hear some shit like, “In the face of adversity, I persevere because I must. It’s inner strength, a born trait, and only the strong –” blah, blah, motherfucking blah. Melodramatic presentation of bullshit philosphy — which is, by the way, rehashed seven ways from Sunday (a saying that NEVER made sense) — makes my anus bleed.
Understand something: I’m not attacking people who truly are deep thinkers, only those melodramatic, quote’s-a-plenty, balls-in-a-basket fucktards who are know-it-alls with a bit of knowledge, and a slightly enhanced vocabulary. And might I add, these types tend to use the words they know incorrectly, leading me to all kinds of giggles.
The reason I’m bitching about it is because of late, I’ve had to endure this shit on a consistent basis. I don’t think that I’m a beacon of pholosophical musings, but God damn it, I’m no slouch in the brains department, and I know wise when I hear it. However, I’ve been on the listening end of a wiseASS who’s wind is longer than an elephants dick.
All of you know the type, too. I know you do. They’re the ones who give the unsolicited (and ultimately useless) advice, in that condescending tone with that shit-eating grin, while you’re sitting there with your mouth slightly open, drooling. You’re not wowed into silence by their insight; rather, you’re a few points lower on the ol’ intelligence quotient for having listened to their nonsensical droning. Not only that, but your self-esteem is in the shitter because THESE are your peers. Guilt by association, after all.
Here’s a little pep-talk for the rest of us: Let the shit roll, and don’t listen. Or listen, for a laugh.
It’s those who revel in silence who tend to have the most to say.
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