FEAR
My biggest fear on this college campus is not being raped, mugged, or molested. Even the thought of not graduating on time does not truly scare me. The latter most likely scares my parents, seeing on how I’m their last hope for a progidial golden child. And I’m definitely not one to dissapoint there. (SARCASM)
No…My biggest fear is that one day, since I’m totally inept at paying attention to my surroundings when I get lost inside the “happy box” called my mind, is that I’ll be hit by one of these uppity STD carrying college students. In death, that would just bother the hell out of me. I mean, if I’m going to be turned into a human pancake, at least let it be by someone who’s had more than 20 years of driving experience. Let me get something out of this. The fact that I was the one, the one to ruin a virtually perfect driving record, the one to get them charged with manslaughter…Oh happy day.
On a given day, I am likely to get three headaches on average. See, I tend to suppress alot of stuff, keep a lot of my thoughts inside. ‘Cause if I didn’t, I’d have no friends. Or I’d be Bill ‘O Reiley. And if I were Bill ‘O Reiley, I’d do the world a favor and lobotomize myself. Surely if that were the case, I would not be missed.
My shrink used to say that I was taking all of my agression and turning into humourous banter and dry wit, and apparently (Yes, my parents paid $250 a session for this crackpot’s “apparent” theoretical, not yet proven, jargon) that’s not good for my psyche. Of course in my head I’m thinking, would he rather I just pop a cap in someone ass and become yet another stereotype? Stick it to the man, fight oppression, and have someone get a bucket for my crocodile tears? Hah!
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No…My biggest fear is that one day, since I’m totally inept at paying attention to my surroundings when I get lost inside the “happy box” called my mind, is that I’ll be hit by one of these uppity STD carrying college students. In death, that would just bother the hell out of me. I mean, if I’m going to be turned into a human pancake, at least let it be by someone who’s had more than 20 years of driving experience. Let me get something out of this. The fact that I was the one, the one to ruin a virtually perfect driving record, the one to get them charged with manslaughter…Oh happy day.
On a given day, I am likely to get three headaches on average. See, I tend to suppress alot of stuff, keep a lot of my thoughts inside. ‘Cause if I didn’t, I’d have no friends. Or I’d be Bill ‘O Reiley. And if I were Bill ‘O Reiley, I’d do the world a favor and lobotomize myself. Surely if that were the case, I would not be missed.
My shrink used to say that I was taking all of my agression and turning into humourous banter and dry wit, and apparently (Yes, my parents paid $250 a session for this crackpot’s “apparent” theoretical, not yet proven, jargon) that’s not good for my psyche. Of course in my head I’m thinking, would he rather I just pop a cap in someone ass and become yet another stereotype? Stick it to the man, fight oppression, and have someone get a bucket for my crocodile tears? Hah!
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