Tuesday, January 10, 2006

What defines 'classmate'?

If you would answer this question with sentences containing words that look like 'primal', 'dumb', 'not anticipating' then I would agree. Otherwise it'd be a whole different story.
I am a classmate, but I consider myself to be, the out of the regular 'classmate'. This statement would make me not fall into the same category as the general 'classmate' (from now on just classmate).

I go to school, my personal schedule is rather irregular because I do not like to follow the prescribed schedule. I just don't like routine. When I am at school, I find myself in the same room as the supposed classmates. I can talk to them, make jokes to them, it is all dandy. What bothers me however, is that I can not ever operate at my normal level with them. Their intellectual capacities are not large enough to put my true wits to the test, nor favour me with well meant laughter. No, they always remain on the lower level, where they seem to be stuck forever. Their interests never develope. It is always the same story: 'girls....cars... goin out'. As if nothing more than that could give meaning to a living being's life. The same thing goes for their sense of humor. They will always laugh about the stupidest (and most repeated) things. If you'd say to them 'I can aid you with aids, if you would like it', they would burst out into a laugh. I find it the most canny remark, and could only ignore it.

We all live in a world which ideally would be shaped to our personal being. Why could we not just all be the same. It would not be more boring as perception will have adapted the same way.

Uniformity for the masses.

Riding it lowdown

Hear y'all,

We find ourselves to be amongst the living. We are the living. We are united. War makes dread.
We fear the things that make us what we are not now. Fear the unknown, fear what disables your fear. I have got a nest of puppies. I am a nest of puppies. Where puppies are, a fear is. A fear for the immortal owner. We love eachother, but we love dust less. Lessen your drinking habit. We all eat moss, whether we Like It Or Not. How old do you think you will be when you die? It is something no thought can be given about. It just is. Just like the drunk maiden that you killed.

Blood rolls, and money falls. Beer shrinks and guts get sucked into an immune system.
Events have results. Results are taken into account when evaluating what makes you what you are. We all scream out of anger.