Here are a couple more quotes to inspire in you good feelings for your fellow man. I don't mean fellow man in the general sense of humankind, as you will see. In fact, these words may have the opposite effect in that respect. I mean your immediate neighbor. Yes, these quotes will make you want to give a big hug to the person next to you simply because that person is not like the following person.
"Man, my farts smell like $h!7." - JQR
"You wanna be like me, don't ya?" - JQR
"... the greatest schlong in the wer-herld, alright..." - JQR, singing repetitively to the tune of "The Greatest Song in the World, a Tribute," by Tenacious D.
"I hate this recycling crap." - Josiah Roe
"Recycling annoys me. It's like, I'm tryin' to work, you know? I don't wanna be thinking about where I'm tossin' my cans." - also Josiah Roe
"man, if I could only clone myself..." - Josiah Roe
Last night I went up to Covenant with Faith to listen to a psychology professor from UTC talk about the Appalachian serpent handling tradition which he has been studying for years. I have a lot of respect for those people now. I’d like to meet some of them. Anyway, I think going up there gave me some insight into the dream I had the other night.
After being away from that sort of intellectual environment for a while, going back gave me a fresh perspective on it. Basically, I became convinced last night that academia is the arena for publicly acceptable, non-sexual masturbation contests.
You might think to yourself, “well, that’s harmless enough.” But hold on there, buddy. Think about it some more. For every king of one of these contests, there’s a line of his pawns who would laugh out loud if they had the chance to watch somebody tow away your freedom on their shift. And believe me, their chance will come.
This morning I woke up angry from my dream. I awoke from standing at the main entrance to Covenant College with signs in both hands. One read, “SAVE YOUR MONEY, TURN AROUND” and the other read, “BIG TIMES, SMALL MINDS.”
It was preview weekend (every year flocks of high school students and their parents stop at Covenant one weekend in November along their journeys to find the best institution at which to pursue higher education). As one car was pulling in, a kid stuck his head out the window and insulted me (I can’t remember exactly what he said), and I proceeded to inform him that it was too late for him since he had already been brainwashed.
I had gone up to Covenant to visit some old friends before leaving on a big road trip in my loaded up miniature RV which I had just bought for $500 from my great-grandpa (who incidentally has been dead for about 12 years and never owned any sort of RV as far as I know). When I was done visiting my friends, and very excited about heading out on my trip, I went out to the parking lot only to find that my prized mini-RV was nowhere to be found. I thought that I had just forgotten where I parked it, so I searched the whole lot, and then every lot at the college. As I was searching through the lots I noticed that every automobile there had a parking pass on it, and then a horrible feeling came over me as I realized that they had probably towed mine since it had no pass and they needed to make room for all the see-wee’s. Extremely irritated, I went into some office to ask about it. As I entered the office, there was a fat man laughing with a woman as he described to her how he had called the tower and watched them tow away my piece-of-crap from the parking lot. I had no money to get my vehicle back (which contained everything I owned), and I had no words to say to the man.
So I made the signs.
I’m not sure what all of this means, or if it means anything. But the emotion was strong. Faith thinks I have a complex about being brainwashed, possibly from listening to too much punk rock growing up. She might be right. I’ve always been a hesitant learner. I’ve been around so many different ways of life that I have an aversion to people who are certain they’re mentally worthy enough to make others think like themselves. But for some reason I’m drawn to listen to teachers anyway. It’s sick, man. I want people to interpret things for me things that I can’t understand on my own, but I know that I’ll disagree with their interpretations. I’ll have to continue this thought later. I’m at the point where I know I’m not thinking straight. ha ha, “know,” “straight”