"I Heart Evolution"

That is the kind of graffiti you will only find spraypainted on the sidewalk outside a science building on a liberal college campus. It made me smile.

Anyway, here's what's going on:

Perhaps I'm just tired and stressed out because it's the end of the semester, but I'm extremely disenchanted with humans in general. I wish I could take to heart the stoic who said, "I used to be upset; now I'm just amused." I know I can't change people at large; hell, I can't even change the people in close proximity, but isn't that something to be upset about?

I'm not saying I want to reform everyone to be my little cronies, running around doing my will. That's not my desire at all. In fact, the world would be more than a bit scary if people actually listened to me. Mass murder might suddenly be on the rise, not to mention all the people who would end up locked in cellars so that they could no longer plague the world with their existence.

What I do want is for people just to care. Is that too much to ask? Is it too much to ask people to simply acknowledge that they are, for lack of a better word, blessed? We may be lower middle class or working class and only at this state university because we were offered scholarships that enabled us to be somewhere/anywhere, but aren't we here? We have places to live, food to eat, and clothes to wear. Is it too much to be thankful for that? I'm not even asking people to run out and donate their time or money to any causes. I just want people to realize that they're not the worst off and that not everyone has or will have an MTV Cribs life.

And while I'm bitching about people, how about acknowledging our faults? Goddamnit, we're not fucking perfect, so quit acting like it. I'm tired of feeling bad about myself because some self-righteous Prophet Holier Than Thou (try screaming PHTT! (pronounced Feh-Teh-Teh), it sounds like a curse word) took it upon herself to chastise me for being human. Way to go. You're so much better than me. That nose ring, the tattoos, the earrings, the curse words, the hair dye, the agnosticism, the liberal ideology. . . man. . . I better just prepare myself for hell--assuming it might actually exist. Fuck! There I go again.

I'm going to end the bitchfest now. Just go forth and try to have some empathy. No one's worshipping you. And if they are, they should die.