maybe if shit blew up the superbowl would be interesting
I don't like iced tea or watermelon or white bread. I've hardly ever been to the doctor in my life and I don't watch reality TV even to make fun of it. I'd rather read A Brief History of Time than go out on a Friday night. I don't write anything original or publishable. I don't have a boyfriend and I never have and I've never been kissed and I'm not a lesbian, either. I make freakishly good grades and I just found out that out of the 10 people freshman got the Centennial Scholarship I was the first pick, but I only feel safe telling that to my mother because anyone else who found out would affectionately tell me that they hate me or that I suck, and I don't give a flying fuck that it's affectionate, because words have power whether you mean them or not.
And I hate the Superbowl. I hate it because I never found football interesting, in the same way I've never liked the way tea tastes -- IT'S NOT A PERSONAL SLAM, GODDAMMIT. It's the most impersonal difference of taste in the world and it's not a big deal. Left to my own devices I would be indifferent about the Superbowl, but enough people have told me how unnatural I am for not watching it that I've learned to despise it with a passion because it's just another fucking reason why I'm not right in the head, why I'm not an appropriate representative of the human race, why I suck at life.
So every year for a day I'm surrounded by people shrieking at the screen and eating junk food and talking in some language I don't understand, and the ones who take the time to talk to me just tell me I can have fun being social even if I don't understand the game, but NO, dammit, I'm not a natural social creature and the Superbowl is not like a party where just because everyone's in one place doesn't mean they're focused on one thing. Everyone's watching the TV, and all roads of conversation lead back to football. I am a fish out of water. I would rather be getting teeth pulled. (Which I will be next weekend anyway.)
My cavity is stinging, my period has me doubled over at my desk, and my life is on hold beyond my control. I am going to finish writing my English paper now.
Fine. I'm not a "real" Southerner. Or a "real" American or a "real" teenager or a "real" writer or a "real" woman. Fine. I suck at life. I'm not a "real" human being. I should stop taking up air.
Fuck the world.
-rave
And I hate the Superbowl. I hate it because I never found football interesting, in the same way I've never liked the way tea tastes -- IT'S NOT A PERSONAL SLAM, GODDAMMIT. It's the most impersonal difference of taste in the world and it's not a big deal. Left to my own devices I would be indifferent about the Superbowl, but enough people have told me how unnatural I am for not watching it that I've learned to despise it with a passion because it's just another fucking reason why I'm not right in the head, why I'm not an appropriate representative of the human race, why I suck at life.
So every year for a day I'm surrounded by people shrieking at the screen and eating junk food and talking in some language I don't understand, and the ones who take the time to talk to me just tell me I can have fun being social even if I don't understand the game, but NO, dammit, I'm not a natural social creature and the Superbowl is not like a party where just because everyone's in one place doesn't mean they're focused on one thing. Everyone's watching the TV, and all roads of conversation lead back to football. I am a fish out of water. I would rather be getting teeth pulled. (Which I will be next weekend anyway.)
My cavity is stinging, my period has me doubled over at my desk, and my life is on hold beyond my control. I am going to finish writing my English paper now.
Fine. I'm not a "real" Southerner. Or a "real" American or a "real" teenager or a "real" writer or a "real" woman. Fine. I suck at life. I'm not a "real" human being. I should stop taking up air.
Fuck the world.
-rave