This class is usually 2.5 hours of my professor talking about random things unrelated to the class.
The other 20 minutes is taken up by a quiz...which is the only meaningful part of this class, apart from tests.
Today, we had a test. A test in this class consists of 5 essay questions blah blah blah.
ANYWAY. Before the test, my professor let us go on a 10 minute break.
I used this break to go outside to the "smoking area" and slowly kill myself with menthol cigarettes.
To get to the point of this rant, when I was on break this guy said, "Look at that girl. Is she Casper? She's so pale she looks just like him."
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Let me just say that this man is a typical Indiana "hick".
He was wearing a Nascar hat, and he talks with a fake Indiana country accent.
He looks to be in his late twenties, and is what I like to call a fake college student.
One of those, "Oooh! If I go to college I can get FAFSA money to blow on shot guns and chewing tobacco!? RIGHT ON!"
The second, and most aggravating, part of this rant is that he was talking to a girl....
He made this immature, shitty, lame attempt at a burn comment to a girl.
This wouldn't matter...BUT, this girl happens to be one of my long term rivals.
Started in high school, don't feel like going into details, but I would terminate her if I had the chance to.
Of course, I have passed up my days of beating the shit out of anybody who pisses me off.
I wish I was still in those days, because I would have loved to rip out this poor excuse for a man's throat...
However, instead of using immature violence (lolz) I decided to use my words.
I looked into his one good eye, and said, "Look at this guy. Is he Larry The Cable Guy? He's so idiotic he is just like him.
To this he reacted by scoffing and turning back to his friend...(the girl I hate with a passion)
They stood silently and I laughed a victorious laugh.
I waited a few seconds and walked back inside.
At first I felt victorious, like I would have felt a few years ago after demeaning some enemy I had.
After awhile, though, I began to think like an adult. (sound that out like "ahh dult" not "adult")
I thought about how immature he was, and how sad it was that he had to insult me to feel better about himself.
I thought, "Maybe he had a rough child hood....or maybe he was insecure and needed a pick me up."
I felt bad for this man, and I continued to think about him even after I left class.
I thought about he would probably not amount to much.
I thought about his kids having to deal with him and being embarrassed of him throughout their teen years.
What about his poor wife?
How would she explain her reasons for being with him to her parents?
Oh, dear.
Poor, sir.
I have pictured your life and the many ways it could turn out, and I have no positive news for you.
You will forever and always be a Nascar hat wearing, insecure, rude, and overall depressing person.
However, I do not feel sorry for you!
I feel sorry for people who have negative encounters with you and have to go through the mental turmoil that your comment forced me to go through.
I am pale, and I do not mind.
In my opinion, I have pretty nice skin (as light as it may be).
I would much rather be my pale self than a spray tanned, fake version of a human being.
That is all.
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