I mentioned I'm finishing a degree. Ok, I'll say it. It's my Masters, ok? But that doesn't make me better than you. I mean, it does mean that I'm almost a Master of...something, I would presume. But that's not really the point.
The point is that I'm in this class with lots of annoying people. It tends to be the case whenever I'm in
So the girl. She's...let's say, socially awkward. Because that'd be paying her a compliment, I'm sure. She wears sparkly shirts, totes around unicorn & rainbow purses (yes, there are two), and employs writing utensils that light up when she writes with them. This last item also tends to correspond with the closest holiday.
Remember. This is college. We're in college.
But here's what I'm getting at. Because when I came home from my first meeting with these people, I told my husband about her. And before Ieven got to the flashy pens, he was all,
"Ohhhh, wait...are you making fun of her aren't you!? That's mean!"
Ugh. Always interrupting a good story to try to make me a "better person."
But I protested. "But she's not, like, just weird. She's one of those mean ones that hides her insecurities with outwardly mean behavior!..."
We exchange glances and I quickly add,
"...And yes, we're still talking about her."
Rainbows. Unicorns? Come ON! I was this close to actually applying duct tape to my own mouth.
This might just be a question for the philosophers themselves. Do the rules of, oh, I don't know, morality, apply to those who are also straight-up evil? Don't you think those unicorns might be a secret code for all her other unicorn mafia members? She was clearly making fun of other classmates, even while she adjusted her glasses in the center of the frame with one finger.
We are still talking about her.
Sigh. You're secretly judging behind the security of that monitor, aren't you? Fine. Good!
But just consider this before you go: