so i was just dyeing my hair strange colors at 3 am in the morning and i went to sleep with like a plastic bag on my head cuz i'm so. ********. cool. and i woke up for 9:00 class (which i was late for) and it was faaaar
from 10:00 class (so i was late for that too)
and then my coworker was like come meet my english major friend; she will inspire you, etc. so i sat around for half an hour listening to them talk big words about theories i haven't thought about like:
what you study shapes the fundamental way in which you view things.
there was an empty, clear coffee cup on the table. she had spilled the coffee by my feet. she said, "as a sociologist, what symbolic way do you see the cup?"
and he immediately said, "i see it as a religious symbol. also the opposite of the phallus." (you can only get away with saying these things with a straight face when you are in academia i swear to god)
(tangentially related: we went out for dinner together at some chinese place and they gave us fortune cookies, and my fortune just said:
" smile It tastes sweet. smile "
and i was like, oh, yeah, yeah the cookie does. hey, this one actually came true haha.
and he was like, "ewwwwwwww. that's disgusting!"
and i was like, "what?"
and then i got it. yay...
goddd swallowing sperm is the first thing he thinks of? tsktsk)
but this is about coffee cups. right. so he asked her, "and as an english major, what do you see?"
and she said, "right off the bat, i notice that it's transparent and empty, which is highly symbolic. it also comes from capogiro, under the radian, across the street from the university of pennsylvania, which is an apt commentary on consumerist culture and society" or something, but more impressive. it was a ******** thesis i swear to god. i just frankly don't remember.
because i was too busy thinking, god, i see a cup. it looks nice in the sunlight. it still has bits of coffee in it. i'd like to flip it upside down or put it on my head and i feel pretty dumb.
BECAUSE THEIR ENTIRE CONVERSATION WAS LIKE THAT. about Marx and Foucault (she was legit reading it) and the "Stupid" things ppl say on facebook because they don't know anything about Reality. apparently they get Pissed Off all the time on facebook because unlearned people say things like:
"During 9/11, there were no Blacks or Hispanics, or Asians, or Whites. In that moment, we were all human."
because apparently this is completely wrong. because colorblindness doesn't happen. or something. and it pisses him off. or something.
godddddddddddd. I'M SORRY.
but i like spending time with them anyway, even if i feel like, even if i end up going through all those classes that teach you the things they know, i will never end up seeing the world the way they do.
i don't understand the need to analyze everything critically--except, perhaps, to test an objective truth about objective things that are maybe important (like is that guitar on Amazon a good guitar and should i buy it)
it was just like in poetry class yesterday. everyone took apart the poems and interpreted and pointed things out and i didn't say anything at all (like i was the only one who didn't say anything. not good for gpa, erk.)
because a) i don't value my opinion really. because b) it's all subjective, so i don't see the point. can't we just be like, god this is a nice poem. maybe just point out how the write was able to achieve the impact that s/he did and memorize the techniques for future use and then move on?
or maybe i'm just jealous that other people are so clear-minded and articulate. i guess that too.
it's been pretty good so far though, life i mean. can you believe the $6.00 chicken salad sandwiches though? they're not even very good. omg college.
haha but yeah.
during that dinner, he was like, so one of the work-studies invited me to her sorority party and i just ignored it. so she pms me and she's like, didn't you see my invite?
and i said, take a step back and think, what would you do if you were at a sorority party and you saw a 30-year-old man there?
and she was like, call the police! and i said, there you go.
(wait, wayyy too many layers of conversation going on here. i wish i had uh quotation marks.)
and then he said, besides, what's worse than being a 30-year-old man at a sorority party?
(and he looked away) being hit on by an 18-year-old.
which made me unjustifiably nervous, because he has no idea how i feel since i am perhaps the most douchebaggiest of all douchebags around him. but he's uncanny. i feel like he knows everything.
before i daydream about fun times cough with him, i always project a mental message just in case he can read minds. i always say, hey, i know you can read my mind. i know you can hear me. and see if he flinches xD
paranoia.
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