Murphy, I hate you.

Being a Political Science undergrad means I have to write a tonne of papers, being a History minor doesn’t help. Once in a while when I’m not being raped by school work I like to drink myself silly. Binge drinking is awesome after writing a 5000 word essay on Anwar Sadat.

On this particular night my “girlfriend” Elaine (girlfriend because I don’t know a nice term for whore) had too much work to do, so I got drunk without her. Later that night I found myself downtown and plastered. The club was nearly empty, but I somehow ended up dancing with the ---hiccup---hottest (hottest or most inhibited-S.C) girl in the place. Like horny little bunny rabbits we scurried home to my dorm room.

I was being ---hiccup---charming and was holding my alcohol reasonably well. Somehow I gave her a piggy back ride up to my room on the fourth floor, she was half passed out and nibbling on my ear. I threw open my door………..and Elaine was asleep on my bed in her underwear. Someone opted to take that moment to blow an air horn outside.

Elaine: Who’s that?
Me: A friend. You look really tired, you ssssshould get some ssssleeep in your bed.
Elaine: Get off of him you little whore! Wait, Molly?
Molly: Uh? What’sssss going on?
Elaine: You went out and dragged off my best friend! How the hell did you think you were going to get away with this?
Me: I….er…..uh…er (Molly got off of my back and went and hugged Elaine)
Molly: It’ssss been a long time ssssince I talked to you.
Elaine: We talk every night on the phone.
Molly: Long time…
Elaine: I think you should slap him.
Molly: But he’ssss sssso cute!

And that’s how Murphy screwed me over, not only was I going to get some anyway if I had not dragged someone off, but I ended with nothing but a hand print on my face and puke on my floor. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong ....or.... maybe it's Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.

Do-Gooders

I define do-gooders as people who do anything for the sake of their own prestige or glory. Are you a do-gooder? Have you ever done charity work to improve your resume? Have you gone to talk to your profs to “make connections.” Have you taught Sunday school simply for the scholarship the church offers? Have you done work with the community because they offer grants or scholarships?

If you answered yes to any of the questions above or are even uncertain as to whether you have or not, you my deplorable friend are a do-gooder. Do-gooders are fraudulent individuals who usually have the dept of a kiddie pool. More often than not your actions are completely transparent to the people around and they may resent you for it.

What I harbour, however, is not resent. Or, maybe it is. I’m bitter that people go around masquerading as good people/student/co-workers when in reality they are a hollow selfish shell with no other purpose then to improve themselves in some way. Usually a charity involves a few truly dedicated individuals, surrounded by a mass of false front heaps of selfishness.

Such individuals may be involved with the church, do charity work, be a member of the Legion/Lions Club/etc, but they are doing it for self-fulfilling purposes. People talk of these people as if they are the messiah come again, but they are simply seeing the façade of a person who is in reality a crappy person.

Some people find that they must become involved with certain activities to advance their career or education, but find some way to believe in what they’re doing to propel it past their self goals. Thus they become committed to what they are doing or trying to accomplish, but it is not these people who I hate.

The people whom I hate are the ones who do not even try to cover their motives for an activity.

Take Slutface for example: Slutface is a 19 year old female undergrad, with a 1.2 GPA who taught Sunday School for the grant. If she were smarter she would have left the grant for someone who truly needed it or believed in what they were doing, but she didn’t. Once at University she became a alcoholic whore who failed six out of ten courses. If she had truly tried and still failed, she would have my pity, but she did not.

Slutface is a transparent substitute for a slut I knew in high school. Maybe this resentment is centered around the fact that I must be truly committed to something before I do it, and I end up doing nothing. Am I more deplorable then someone who does charity work for their resume without believing in it? Perhaps, but they could at least try to believe in their work.

Lately I've felt a need to reach out and talk to people, so I joined a few places at msn chat. Teen Mix, Global Teen and Gravevine(something or other) are the places I joined, hoping for some serious discussion of anything that takes a little brain power.

After several months of using the posts and chat, it's quite apparent that the people who use these sites should be glad they can actually use a computer. The amount of inane dribble these people spit out is stupifying. An occasionaly interesting debate will often be punctuated with grammatically challenged idiots spouting "u r a f*king moron" or "wat da fuk r u smking."

I expected that most people could not carry on a discussion about evolution, conspiracy, or politics without reaching their limits quite quickly, but god dam. These people must have been spawned in the shallow end of the gene pool.

I'm not trying to say that I only want to discuss the most vital questions concerning man's (live with it feminists) existence on Earth, but I refuse talk about celebs or "who's cutess...."
I'll talk about movies, world events, politics, sports, or even the weather or anime.

If the posts let me down, the chat was even worse. Even with a few people in the chat you will read long stretches of absolutely nothing. Any attempt to discuss anything turns into insults and mud slinging. I know these are teen sites, but I did not expect them to be populated by airheads.

Even the "grown up" chats that pretend to talk about enlightening matters are little more then semi competent apes rambling on with little factual or logical accuracy.

Maybe it's because I do not know where to go to find individuals similiar to me, but this experience completely turned me off from forums.