So today my Arab/Israeli Conflict professor told my class her philosophy about school. "Tests are like harvests." Um. Okay, thanks for the super queer analogy. I almost giggled when she said this because it was only a few days ago when Michael informed me that this was her philosophy. Not to mention the fact that almost any time anything is compared to nature, it's gay. And I mean that in the least offensive way possible. I remember reading something a couple days ago, written on a large refrigerator magnet, in varying shades of blue: "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." Well, gee, thanks Marcel Proust for making happiness as stupidly gay as possible.
Why is it necessary to compare it to nature? Why don't we just say, "Be grateful for nice people"? No, it makes more sense to talk about "charming gardeners" and "blossoming souls".
GAY.
This isn't my point though. I started taking this analogy deeper. Because that only makes sense. If someone's going to say something queer, I will make it queerer. That's when I decided that tests are harvests, reading is planting crops while studying is watering these crops. And distractions are droughts, stunting growth in these fucking crops. And you, showing up in my dreams, pissing me off, distracting me from the harvest, are the acid rain, killing my fucking crops, douchebag. What'd you do that for?
Well, I mean, that's more if happiness is the harvest. So if it was, then you would STILL be the acid rain.
I just wish I never cared. Because, like, it's not even the fact that I care now because I'm okay, it's the fact that I cared so much and nothing good ever came of it.
Fortunately, some sun is beginning to peek from behind the clouds.
:| <---awkward face for queer analogies.
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