Monday morning: the amazing tale of how I didn't end up punching anyone in the face today
Good god, the crazy pro-life people were at my school waving signs today. And look, you have a different opinion than I do? It's fine. Just don't expect me to take you seriously when you're waving a picture of a cut up fetus in my face.
And because I'm a complete idiot, I have to tell my friend from lab--who was gonna give me his notes for my last ochem class--that these people are there and I just KNEW the second his eyes lit up that I'd made a mistake. Because there he goes, dragging me into the middle of this thing, getting into a discussion with fucking EVERYONE THERE, while I tap my foot with barely contained exasperation because I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE DAMN NOTES. Thanks, you ass, you've effectively taken me prisoner.
And of course since I'm standing right next to him, people expect me to participate in this discussion, but lol, no. It's eleven in the morning. I'm dying for something to eat and I'm using all the energy I have just to glare at my friend for STILL NOT GIVING ME THE DAMN NOTES. What's the use of arguing with anyone about abortion? I'm not gonna change anyone's mind and they definitely won't change mine.
So I'm just gonna stand there, vaguely nodding every few seconds and checking my phone for imaginary text messages as they go off saying whatever they want to say. I will give this conversation exactly one-half of a percent of a shit, because if I didn't have enough energy to pay attention in my calculus class this morning, I'm certainly not gonna have enough energy to get into a pointless discussion with someone trying to tell me that an abortion is wrong, even in cases that deal with rape.
The highlight: about ten minutes in, I turn to my friend in the midst of all these posters and out comes this gem. "Dude, I'm fucking starving."
I got about three WTF looks thrown my way from the people around me. Trufax.
And because I'm a complete idiot, I have to tell my friend from lab--who was gonna give me his notes for my last ochem class--that these people are there and I just KNEW the second his eyes lit up that I'd made a mistake. Because there he goes, dragging me into the middle of this thing, getting into a discussion with fucking EVERYONE THERE, while I tap my foot with barely contained exasperation because I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE DAMN NOTES. Thanks, you ass, you've effectively taken me prisoner.
And of course since I'm standing right next to him, people expect me to participate in this discussion, but lol, no. It's eleven in the morning. I'm dying for something to eat and I'm using all the energy I have just to glare at my friend for STILL NOT GIVING ME THE DAMN NOTES. What's the use of arguing with anyone about abortion? I'm not gonna change anyone's mind and they definitely won't change mine.
So I'm just gonna stand there, vaguely nodding every few seconds and checking my phone for imaginary text messages as they go off saying whatever they want to say. I will give this conversation exactly one-half of a percent of a shit, because if I didn't have enough energy to pay attention in my calculus class this morning, I'm certainly not gonna have enough energy to get into a pointless discussion with someone trying to tell me that an abortion is wrong, even in cases that deal with rape.
The highlight: about ten minutes in, I turn to my friend in the midst of all these posters and out comes this gem. "Dude, I'm fucking starving."
I got about three WTF looks thrown my way from the people around me. Trufax.