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Do tell me what you think of this, because I don't know what to think.
This story starts out one evening with Dave and I computing and watching some tele. As most of our conversations go, something from the tv or net sparks a random thought, and I come out and say a horrid, morally objectionable joke.
WARNING! HORRID AND MORALLY OBJECTIONABLE JOKE AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
"You think, in the 20's and 30's, that Jews invested in ovens?"
We both have the same sense of humor, that is, we don't find that funny, we find the fact that it is so wrong funny and that I am probablly going to Hell for saying it. So we laugh and go about our business. The next day, we feel the need to tell some of our classmates this joke. We tell the joke to one girl and get a response that took me by suprise;
"I don't get it."
"Um, cause Hitler put the Jews into ovens...?"
Her next response is what dumbfounded me.
"He did?"
I'll let that sink in. "He did?"
It turns out that her school didn't spend much time delving into the the Holocaust. God damnit, it's in the fucking name of the whole damn thing; "Massive death by fire." Fucking hell.
But wait, that was only strike one.
Later in English Comp, we're writting about an article on Nat'l ID Cards or something. She leans over to me and asks, "What year did 9/11 happen?" I give her a bitter glare for a moment, and say, "2001, dumbass." She replies, "I'm not a dumbass, asshole." Then, in a tone which was a bit too loud for the room, I exclaim, "You can't remember what year 9/11 happened, and I'm the asshole?" Then she just got all pissy and turned away. I later find out that the day of 9/11, while she was in class, when they turned on the TVs to see what was going on, she thought it was a prank or something, and when she later found out that it wasn't, fuckin, although she didn't say it, I got the feeling she felt, "well, that sucks, whats on TV tonight?"
Not everyday, but maybe every other day in class, I ragged on her about her lack of historical ignorence, cause God knows what else she doesn't know. Now, I can't even say Hi to her without getting a "Fuck you," or nothing at all. At first I thought it was the "general me being a dick like i am to everyone else" that was making her mad, but I asked her today why she's always angry at me, and she says it's the Holocaust and 9/11 stuff. Now, if it were the "general me being a dick like i am to everyone else", then I wouldn't mind, but she's mad because of that? That, I cannot stand for.
So am I wrong? Should she not know about the ovens? Should she not know when 9/11 happened? Should I apologize and say "You go on living in your own little world, not caring of worldly affairs?" Am I an asshole for trying to provide the truth?
The only asshole-ery I am guilty of is comming up with that joke.
Honestly, I hope she never does talk to me again; I couldn't bear what strike three would be. I'd hope for something simple like referring to the country of Africa or not knowing at least 3 of the amendments.
*Sigh*
Now I want some chocolate. Or some orange sherbert. Damn that shits good.
This story starts out one evening with Dave and I computing and watching some tele. As most of our conversations go, something from the tv or net sparks a random thought, and I come out and say a horrid, morally objectionable joke.
WARNING! HORRID AND MORALLY OBJECTIONABLE JOKE AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
"You think, in the 20's and 30's, that Jews invested in ovens?"
We both have the same sense of humor, that is, we don't find that funny, we find the fact that it is so wrong funny and that I am probablly going to Hell for saying it. So we laugh and go about our business. The next day, we feel the need to tell some of our classmates this joke. We tell the joke to one girl and get a response that took me by suprise;
"I don't get it."
"Um, cause Hitler put the Jews into ovens...?"
Her next response is what dumbfounded me.
"He did?"
I'll let that sink in. "He did?"
It turns out that her school didn't spend much time delving into the the Holocaust. God damnit, it's in the fucking name of the whole damn thing; "Massive death by fire." Fucking hell.
But wait, that was only strike one.
Later in English Comp, we're writting about an article on Nat'l ID Cards or something. She leans over to me and asks, "What year did 9/11 happen?" I give her a bitter glare for a moment, and say, "2001, dumbass." She replies, "I'm not a dumbass, asshole." Then, in a tone which was a bit too loud for the room, I exclaim, "You can't remember what year 9/11 happened, and I'm the asshole?" Then she just got all pissy and turned away. I later find out that the day of 9/11, while she was in class, when they turned on the TVs to see what was going on, she thought it was a prank or something, and when she later found out that it wasn't, fuckin, although she didn't say it, I got the feeling she felt, "well, that sucks, whats on TV tonight?"
Not everyday, but maybe every other day in class, I ragged on her about her lack of historical ignorence, cause God knows what else she doesn't know. Now, I can't even say Hi to her without getting a "Fuck you," or nothing at all. At first I thought it was the "general me being a dick like i am to everyone else" that was making her mad, but I asked her today why she's always angry at me, and she says it's the Holocaust and 9/11 stuff. Now, if it were the "general me being a dick like i am to everyone else", then I wouldn't mind, but she's mad because of that? That, I cannot stand for.
So am I wrong? Should she not know about the ovens? Should she not know when 9/11 happened? Should I apologize and say "You go on living in your own little world, not caring of worldly affairs?" Am I an asshole for trying to provide the truth?
The only asshole-ery I am guilty of is comming up with that joke.
Honestly, I hope she never does talk to me again; I couldn't bear what strike three would be. I'd hope for something simple like referring to the country of Africa or not knowing at least 3 of the amendments.
*Sigh*
Now I want some chocolate. Or some orange sherbert. Damn that shits good.