Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Immaturity! That's my forte.

There's a chance that I'm twisting in the wind here, but I honestly think the world would have much, MUCH clearer communication if we all stopped maturing around the age of five.

Think about it.

Let's say someone said something you disagree with. What would you say? Probably some kind of PC crap that you don't even believe yourself. Oh, you might give them a little slack out of some misbegotten notion of compromise, even though they're clearly wrong, but all in all, most of us would be polite. But if you were five years old, you'd probably say, "I hate you. I don't want to talk to you anymore." See? It's beautiful. But oh, no. We have to have our ears bent ad infinitum by some yahoo with a caffeine buzz, a coworker splitting hairs, or some equally hollow blowhard.

Or how about checkout clerks? Bank tellers? Retail guerillas who sneak up on you with the ubiquitous "Can I help you sir?"

That's right. Repeat after me. "I hate you. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

It works on so many levels.

So there it is. From now on, no quarter shall be given. I am liberated from the yoke of political correctness.

Am I being childish? Sure. But it's a lot more fun than suffering all the slackjawed fools out there.

God, sometimes it's a burden being so right all the time. :(

1 comment:

  1. Actually, the best part of the 5-year-old method is that five minutes later, you are best friends again.