I haven’t been able to sleep tonight, so I’m checking Rent.Net to see what kind of apartments are available in the areas where I might go to medical school. Great activity to engage in at oh-six-hundred. Man, I’m going to hate living on my own.

Yes, I’m looking forward to having my own kitchen without the sacrifice of living with three other guys, but the whole concept of budgeting myself really staggers me. I’m not bad with money at all. In fact, I hate spending it. However, there are times when you HAVE to spend money (rent, food, minor surgery) that need to be accounted for in the real world. Another part of the real world I’m not ready for.

Where is this money going to come from, too? As a medical student, I will not have the time for a job. So, the money will pretty much be bestowed on me by some form of Financial Aid or another. Yeesh. Not only do I have to budget, but I have to budget within the budget somebody else came up with for the standard medical student! I feel a smurf song coming on…

Of course, I could always ask my parents for some money, further taking advantage of their generosity towards my educational aspirations in the form of loans or an allowance, but I really don’t want that. Nothing against them, but I don’t want to live off of them anymore. They don’t make it hard on me; they don’t remind me day in and day out how much I owe them. They’re really great about it.

It’s like that three-eyed sparrow that follows you around everywhere you go. It doesn’t peck at you. It doesn’t get in your way. It doesn’t even steal crumbs from your toast when you’re not looking. You just know it is there.

Then again, it could just be me.

I’m really sick of putting up with stupid people. No, I don’t mean people who don’t know certain facts that I know. I mean truly stupid people. People who don’t know how to speak in complete sentences. People who get heavily involved in some movement or group that don’t have any idea what the whole cause is about. People who park illegally every day and bitch about how much they have to spend in parking tickets.

How do people with such little sense survive childhood? I blame all these stupid safety measures they push on new parents now. There were no plastic plugs in all unused outlets in my house. If I didn’t listen the first time, I’d LEARN not to put a fork in there. No wooden gate kept me out of the kitchen when food was on the stove. If the heat coming off of it weren’t a clue, burning the shit out of my hand would convince me not to touch a smoking iron skillet.

Common sense is apparently learned, not just something you pick up simply by being human. Parents deprive their children of sense when they take away the Darwinistic factors that thin the pre-school herd. In adulthood, we’re too nice to the stupid. We shouldn’t be sympathetic and smile and nod, we should let them know that they are morons and correct them.

Otherwise, the world is just going to get too fucking annoying.

So, um, like, you know, let’s go, like, do, like, something, you know, to make the, like, world a better, like, place, you know?

Typed out, that looks like a squirrel hyped up on amphetamines was bouncing around on the keyboard. Now we can see why people who actually speak like that should have their skulls crushed with a baseball bat.

Back to the ranting

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