My pussy is smoking a blunt
I am sitting here, writing a 4-6 pg paper...which is coming along quite well i think, but i m sure it will be stamped down by the letters B and C to medocracy at the end...first by my professor, than by me. It is an amazing thing, college is. It does a number on your self-confidence/esteem/evaluation. I still hold strong to my theory though: no matter how low our self-esteem is, we still manage to be arrogant. take the girl who never gets asked out for instance, sure she feels unwanted and unloved...but she probably thinks she is better than half the girls she knows. Or the reject who cant quite understand why he doesn't have any friends, he probably feels like he is too good for half the people anyway. I guess it just an innate defense mechanism, no matter how much our shortcomings seem to urk us, we feel like we are gods gift to mind kind.
I should just walk up to my prof. next time and say
" excuse me professor?"
" yes, oh hello how can I help you?"
"well sir, I think there was a mistake and i felt compelled to show you before it happened again."
"oh? what would that be?"
"well sir, i mean i m not questioning your judgment but i dont think you understand whose paper this is. Its mine....yes,Yayne...Me. I figured your pen must have slipped or you were suffering from some sort of convulsion because anyone in there right mind would know that this...sir...THIS is a good paper...they are ALL good papers. all the ones I write are QUALITY A+ papers...I AM A Quality A+ PERSON. only an inadequate human being would disagree. But Professor, I know that isnt the case. I know it was a mistake. Thats why i felt the duty to help you out a little."
" why thank you! you are very accurate, i dont know how i made such a silly mistake. I will get on that right away. and yayne..."
"yes sir?"
"I assure you this will never happen again."
"good."
but then again sometimes...most times...all the time, You ARE gods gift to mankind, you just keep it a secret and let other people tell you otherwise.
Sometimes I think there is a glass wall between other people and myself. I see them, I hear them...I just cant get through because the doorknob is on the other side. their side. Its like they have a house party in there and other people get in and a lot of times they open the door and we might talk a bit, I stand there on the Welcome mat and they stand in the door way and we chat and people stream in and out side stepping us. But at the end, they go back in to their little party and i stay on that Welcome mat.
On the other side of that glass wall.