This morning I realized how stupid a person can really be. Of course we all have different perceptions of how a stupid person acts, but I'm sure we all have some idea of how stupidity, in its rawest sense, looks like.
For example, picture yourself waking up a bit hazed, probably had mild fever or something, then walked straight into the kitchen, grabbed last night's noodles and ate a giant bowl because you haven't had dinner last night. You're probably wondering why it tasted that bad but you were so condensed of the idea that you're the most unfortunate person in the world for having cold noodles for breakfast and other issues you wouldn't dare mention in public-et.al. boys and men and men acting like boys and other boys' boys, and other stuff-so you continued your morning chow uncanny and unknowing of what lies ahead.
You finished that giant bowl with finger-licking gesticulations and did the dishes because you remembered that your Mom almost threw the glasses and mugs at you last night. You finished with ease then suddenly, someone told you that the noodles you just ate were bad. Unpalatable. Indigestible. Then right on cue, your stomach rumbled.
Hello food poisoning. Hello LBM.
See? If only you had dinner last night, you probably wouldn't have eaten that much poison noodles. If you hadn't been too preoccupied with your petty issues, if you only smelled those freaking poison noodles, you would have been in class today. Yes, obviously rambling about your Humanities subject and questioning why you don't know anyone there or enjoying that JPIA meeting with people you don't know, but nonetheless, in school. IN SCHOOL!
Tsk. Snap out of stupidity.