The Moment I Became THAT Guy

It's been a while. A long while. But you know what I realized? I never really have entertaining opinions about people and the way they interact with others until school rolls around each year. It's in these moments that I'm forced to sit in a small and enclosed space with several other people and in that moment I can observe them more closely than I would be able to otherwise. I say this as if I make it my job to observe people. I guess in a way, that is what I do. I'm a writer. We observe life around us and write about it. We capture it on paper and make it real. I take a moment, a snap shot, and blow it up so everyone can see. Even people who wish they hadn't.

This is all brought on because it's that time of year again. And no, I don't mean that time of year where people go bat shit crazy and run amok in the shopping malls tearing hair out and filing law suits because someone got hurt trying to purchase their snot nose child that latest and greatest piece of technology for Christmas. Don't even get me started on the amount of eight year olds that have better and more up to date technology than I do. Heck, I'm proud of myself because I just bought my first car. And it's older than most of the cars on the market right now. That's right folks, you guessed it. It's school time. It's that time of year where all the people who think they know better than everyone else gather in hordes and bombard the classrooms. Yes, I may be a senior, but I don't need to constantly point out that I have more knowledge than the majority of the people in the room. I hate people like that.

There was a moment in my class Tuesday night where I had to stop and think to myself... I think I may have just become that guy. I made a comment about someone's writing and their use of then and than... and then I regretted that decision. Out came the word vomit in explanation of the difference between the two words, and which should be used at what time. I became that kid. The very kid I want to punch in the face every time they speak up. The person who shouldn't meet me in a dark alley because I might actually hurt them. I'm just kidding. I'm not a completely terrible person. Just mostly terrible. It's why I'll end up alone. I've almost come to terms with that notion.

Doom and gloom aside. I became the monster under my bed there for a moment, and I solemnly swear from this time forward, that I shall never be that guy again. And that my blog posts will be entertaining. I think this makes me sound like a terrible person for what I'm about to write, but I'm going to say it anyway. I really like talking about all the obnoxious things that human beings do and say. Despite me judging the situation and the person, I have fun. It takes some of the stress out of my days, and I like that. So, here's to a happily judgmental semester.