If ignorance is bliss, then there are some people around here in a state of spiritual, never-ending ecstasy. What's worse, I guess, than a really dumb, happy person, are those people who are somewhat intelligent, but are extremely happy about the fact. They are so stuck on themselves they can't see through their own bullcrap to have a normal conversation. They seem to have some sort of complex so as to force them to remark to every statement with a blatant attempt to prove they already knew everything about the subject. Of course, dumb ass, I almost forgot, you're a freakin' genius! This drives me insanely irate to the point of considering suicide with a dull butter knife and some hydrochloric acid. These ignorant buffoons will probably go through life never knowing the difference. Everyone has met and conversed with this type of person before. They're the ones who have seen it all, done it all, and seem to know everything. They need to pull the titanium veil away from their crater-ridden adolescent faces so they could possibly learn something and not add another invisible chalk mark tally on their side of the board. And what about those people who are borderline suicidal depressive pessimists? The ones who walk around all day looking like someone just shot their mother in the head with a 12 gauge. You try to talk to them and they damn near break down into tears, because "no one cares, life sucks, I suck, you suck, I think I'll go sleep some more." Break out of it buddy! Go get laid or something and liven up! I saw a dude at the gas station. The attendant asked him how he was doing and he said, "fine, but it doesn't matter anyway, no one listens, no one cares." I said how 'bout them Chiefs, or something. He whipped around with schizophrenic malice hate in his red devil eyes and asked me what that was "supposed" to mean. Hey now, buddy, chill, there isn't some giant conspiracy going on where as we're all trying to hurt your feelings all day long. There isn't a sign on your back that says "make this guy feel like shit and depress the hell out of him" Maybe he should lay off the hormone replacement hair growing ball shrinking pills or maybe he's one of those antidepressant make you cry like a weeping renaissance poet after a cold break up with Juliet. Whatever the case, some people definitely need psychiatric care.
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