People Who Really Piss Me Off

As most of you will come to know, lots of people piss me off. These are my first order of business.

All of you pseudo-intellectuals should suck it. Seriously.

There is not one single redemptive quality in your miserable being. Not one.

Personally, I consider myself above average when it comes to ranking my intelligence. I have the occasional insightful remark or argument, possibly more than occasionally when I'm having a good month. So I consider myself above average, but not so above average that I can give legitimately smart fucking people a run for their money. That being said, I, surprisingly, know when to keep my mouth shut. Hint: When I don't know anything.

I'm not an expert on Plato or St. Augustine or Thomas Hobbes or Freud. But this one bitch in my seminar thinks she is. And she thinks that if she isn't, she will be, simply by the power of forceful fucking suggestion.

Every class meeting after every single thing we read, she always reiterates: "I don't understand the point of this," or "I don't agree with this." Here's a penny for your thoughts and move on. But noooooo. She then begins a discussion with one of the most intelligent, well-educated professors I've ever encountered. He might tell her, over and over, that her point, while well-articulated, makes no fucking sense. And it doesn't. Again, I'm no expert, but I know damn well there are no Platonic ideals in Leviathan. Nope, sorry. No way, no how.

"But, professor, what do you mean Hobbes believes there's no ultimate good. Does he actually say that?" *Scoffs*
"He does. Page 4."

And then I feel the shock of victory!

But that doesn't deter even this spirit of pseudo-intellectualism. She goes on and on, and then argues with the entire class about whether justice is a social construct. Hint: IT IS. She even changes the tone of her voice when she prepares to speak, like a different tone can blanket obvious disregard for the text, and the people sitting there, listening to every.single.word.

Granted, I'm biased. This girl drove me fucking nuts since Day 1, with her brown-nosing questions, and long-ass baseless arguments. She may very well be an intelligent girl, except she can't pronounce simple words, like naivete, and threatens other people when she's corrected. Aside from all of her flaws, though, she very well may be an intelligent girl, but coming off as ignorant, stubborn, and plain fucking stupid doesn't do well to convey that.

These types of people drive me up the wall. They're not fooling anyone, but sadly, they're beginning to outnumber the rightfully smart, intellectual people.

As my friend sitting next to me said, "This is why I don't open my mouth to talk about things I don't know anything about." Now that's a smart girl.

Sliding Doors

Can it be harmful to wonder?

The concept is amazing. At least I think so. This has nothing to do with the movie, which I haven't seen but am familiar with the premise.

It brings out such intricate scenarios that play out in my mind. What if I hadn't been there at that time and what really happened wouldn't have? It's the butterfly effect that captures me. If I hadn't ended up under that car by not being at that very intersection on that very day, how would have life been different up until this point? I made a lot of decisions following that accident, some rash and thoughtless - spawned out of passion and anger. It boggles my mind to even wonder how my life would be different.

It's pointless, I know, thinking about the possible outcomes had one little thing been different. Not about being in the wrong place at the wrong time - but anything. Even the simple changing of words - a "yes" to a "no", "I will" to "I won't".

It's astounding how one tiny difference can change an entire course. Taking a different train, deciding to go somewhere at one time versus another.

Is there anything you, dear readers, wonder about? Wonder what could have been or could not have been due to a certain circumstance or choice? Maybe it was something as minute as something you said, to someone, at some point in time.

It's a shame we don't have the ability of true foresight. Not the simple extrapolation of events, as in not studying for an exam can result in a failing grade, but something more complicated and involved, such as, if I take this job over that one, or decide to go overseas, how will things really be different? If Chris Brown knew of the shitstorm, personal and professional, that would arise if he hit Rihanna, would he still have done it? Or is losing total control of one's bearings exempt from the power of foresight?

I always was a bit of a day dreamer.

I Can't Be the Only One Thinking This

Anybody, anybody at all think maybe Rihanna asked for it?

Just sayin'.

In Case You're An Ignoramus

There has recently been a huge resurgence in Israel's popularity through myriad born-again Jews who like a wayward flock, once were lost but now are found, even though not eating pork and having a festive dinner Friday night still makes you a shitty Jew. They want to pander their new found faith, love and support for their "homeland" (albeit having been born anywhere else) through all available medias, the most offensive one being Facebook.

As a result of the newest version of Israel: At War with Everyone Again Part 57, there is a constant barrage from people on Facebook who want to tell me how many rockets Hamas has fired and where they hit via their status and some ridiculous QassamCount application (Now available on Twitter!) For those of you who are unaware, QassamCount is a website that can not only tell you how many rockets filled with schranpel were fired into Israel today with 3 live updates, but can also give you a summary of the rocket fire and mortar shelling that occurred in 2008.

When I am possessed to read someone's status update, I don't expect it to tell me that 8 rockets were fired within range of Tel-Aviv. If I wanted to read that, I can read the news. And these statuses aren't playing upon my loyalist Jew sympathies. Hamas fired another rocket, did they? I'm in New York. Quick! What should I do?! Fire back?

This is not to say I don't support Israel because I do - as in just vocally. I support Israel, but I'm not going to get all headstrong about it. However, I find that putting how many rockets hit Be'er Sheva in an attempt to raise awareness almost insults the level of importance for Israel's plight for peace. If you really love Israel and are so super proud to be a Jew, give some money to Israel's version of the Red Cross, to help those who are really affected by the rockets, since people who read it on Facebook can probably care less.

The QassamCount application tells us that by donating our status, we're raising awareness about rockets hitting Israel. Thanks to you, QassamCount, I'm aware. Now how's that bid of mine doing on eBay.