Don't let the dumb girl get you down

They walk among us, they eat lunch with us, some of us are related to them. I'm talking about Dumb girls. IQ in the negative. Light is on, but no ones home. The elevator does not reach the top floor. Birds flying around in the attic. I could go on and on.

What I find striking, is that they are able to graduate at uni. Many of them, and don't be shocked, but many of them are able to find decent (stable, well-paying, respectable) jobs.

This results in the world that we live in now - where many of us ordinary, smart girls have to interact and deal with them.

We never know when these interactions may take place. We constantly have to put our Mrs Smith game face on. It could be in the day, outside of the boxing ring, where unfortunately, punching them is not permitted.

What happened to Darwinism?

What happened to survival of the fittest? I plead with the universe for some justice. If there's any justice in the world...

If the future of the human race lies in the hands of the, forgive my candidness, airheads - I am much better off taking a job wearing the suit of a well-known purple dinosaur that we all know and love.

It feels down right ludicrous. And yes, you are not crazy. I have too wondered if I am actually the one going a little... (finger making circular motions on the side of my head) ? But it's just plain unfair, to sit and watch, with our mouths open, at the graceful manner in which the airheads navigate.

But don't let her get you down. I have a prophecy. One day, in the not too distant future, there will come a time, where she, will sit and try and take credit for something she got from you, and will get it wrong (you see airheads aren't that good with remembering details) and the world will know. The universe will obtain its justice and equilibrium will be reach, we will all live happily ever after.

When is the right time?

We've all heard the whispers of the words "right time"

I'm asking, what the H3## does that even mean?

Surely we are not a bunch of grapes that have a certain period when they are sweet, ripe, juicy and ready for the picking? The "right time" analogy makes sense when we are referring to fruit - if only we were all grapes. (If i were a grape I would want to be one that would end up as a Cabernet Sauvignon - that's my absolute favourite)

Anyway, I digress, I think the point I'm trying to make is that ultimately we are human beings. Its too early to do this. Its too late to do that. I'll do it tomorrow. You're too young for that. I'm too old for this.

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!

Why do we insist on doing this to ourselves? The whole "right time" debacle only ends up holding us back, making us conform to undefinded, intangible, social norms so we can ultimately feel as though we are not deviating at all from the crowd.

Okay, okay, okay, you've identified the hole in my argument. So I will say this, I personally don't agree on a the marriage of a 16-year old girl to some greasy, belching moley-faced man - but if she's happy, then don't we as a society need to just be happy for her?

Who knows when the right time will come for any of us. Trust in your gut and if that doesn't work - make the decision while you're drunk! Atleast you'll have a fabulous story to tell.