Man, I've had it with being poor. I’ve had it with the straightjacket triangle of college-cafeteria-dorm life. It’s like instead of having a shoulder angel, I have a shoulder Hitler always denying me everything ever. And then there's those girls who insist on going out to eat and when I courteously decline they ask why. ALWAYS ASK WHY. When I inform them that it is due to my lack of funds they insist on paying. In my naivety I used to resign myself to allowing others to pay for me but no more. NO MORE! What? Do they think I have no soul? That I would kindly agree to prostitute my soul to their capitalistic Satan spree? I THINK NOT So I look around and see "nice cars", people living in houses with "two bathrooms", or just a “house with a roof”, wearing "name brand cloths", with "real jobs", and "hook up's" well there’s one word I want to share with you people: SCREW YOU!!! So what if, instead of using note books I use toilet paper from the janitor room that I sneak out every day after my crappy on-campus-job-because-the-blasted-Canadian-government-won’t-let-me-work-off-campus-
even-though-they-have-a-worker-shortage-and-declining-population-rate. SO WHAT? So sue me; I use toilet paper for socks, notes, decorations, band-aids, head turbines, heck, I hardly have enough to toilet paper to use for its original application! Now whenever is I use toilet paper I think of my shoulder Hitler oppressing me, laughing at me because I don’t have the funds to contribute to his socialistic, anti-Semitic, epicenter of global hatred and domination via capitalism!! (Or S.A.E.G.H.D.C. for short) I hate mooching off friends for rides, food, and above all I detest that look of sympathy from that one girl. That look of pity that says "you poor soul, you cant afford to eat in Wendy’s so I want to give you money but I know you'll hate it, but I think I'm going to try and get away with it by ordering 2 meals without him knowing, and then I'll give one to him and he'll have to eat it!! muha...muhaha...MUHAHAHAHAHA!!! MY PLAN FOR WORLD DOMINATION HAS COME TO FRUITION!!" It’s a nice thought, and maybe it’s just my pride, or my strong conviction not to attune myself to a subconscious mental philosophy of people=food=free=manipulate=no real friendship at all (a tendency I have noticed among the poor ones at college), but if someone does this, it’s just awkward. How can a man face himself the mirror the next morning after having a cute girl buys him a meal at Wendy’s?! Its like the 17 year old store-worker girl this summer who insisted on giving me, a 20 year old a ride home every day instead of letting me walk the flippen 20 minutes home. And what is it about America that makes walking out to be such a travesty? Is it not ironic that the same people who insist on organic foods, yoga, and rigorous daily exercise compete to get the closest parking spot possible to Costco's main entrance? And then as soon as they see people loading groceries into a car that is potentially pulling out the spot they've always dreamed of, they wait in the middle of the road with they're blinker on, meanwhile blocking all traffic behind them. Its just walking, its not going to kill you America. Good lord.