Right, I haven’t had a real life story to post in a while. But it’s not really a story, more of a rant, but hey, it’s cool.
I’m a real fly-by-the-minute guy. I never have plans. I don’t like plans. I don’t like to organize. I don’t like to work. I like to live. I like to do things on the spot. I like to be energetic. I like to be lazy.
These are all very simple, and some people just don’t quite get it.
So I’m failing Home Economics. That’s right - Home Economics. What did we learn in class today? That firemen wear fire protective clothes. No joke, we learned that doctors wear germ resistent clothes - and we learned why too. Firemen work in the heat of hell so they need fire protection. Doctors are opening us up and need to protect us and themselves from germs. What else have I learned? What a refrigerator is. What a wisk is. What a spatula is.
Seriously. A [b]spatula[/b].
So I’m failing Home Economics. Honestly, I find it difficult to concentrate in a class where I’m learning about how a microwave works. I really wish I could make this shit up, then I’d be really funny. But for now, I’ll just have to settle for being kind of funny and tell the truth. So I’m failing, right, and my teacher asks me why I’m failing. I told her I didn’t need her class to graduate, I’m perfectly happy with being a bum, and that my goals in life involved making a living and living in an apartment.
So, of course I get the college question.
I’m a real realistic person. I recognize the fact that I can’t do college. College isn’t in the cards for me because I don’t feel like wasting $10,000 to go get trashed over and over again when I could save $10,000 and get trashed over and over again. That’s what’ll happen when I go to college - I’ll spend all my grant money on booze and drugs, never study, fail out, come back and find myself sniffing white lines. Sure, it doesn’t sound too pretty, but I can assure you that’s what’ll happen. I don’t want that to happen, so I won’t let it. But people just don’t get it. I can’t even explain it to my mom, but life is all about the ever important GPA - that damnable grade point average. Well, I told my mom that the GPA can kiss my dick (that was a mistake) and she opens up on me about how I was ruining my life and so on and so on and so on. I told her plain and straight that I dont want to go to college, and it’s very simple why.
I want to live. I want to experience life. I can’t experience life if I need to do home work, if I need to read chapters 3,4 and 5 by tomorrow afternoon. I can’t live if I have to work my fun around my work. Sure, I know that’s how life is, but I don’t want to live life, I just want to live in general. I want to hang out with friends. I want to chill in parking lots and sip on 40s and smoke blunts. I want to stay out all night and fuck random women that I may or may not ever see again. I want to watch Law and Order Reruns. I wanna sky dive. I wanna bungee jump.
Surely you see where I’m going. Is it so wrong to be so careless? I’m not even lost. I know exactly what I want to do, which is nothing. So why do people constantly try to convince me that I’m doing nothing? They’re wrong. I’m doing everything. And I’m doing it one day at a time. Why can’t people understand this?