Juh-Juh-Jaded...

I remember a good friend of mine used to have the hots for the girl in that Aerosmith video. I can't really remember what she looked like though, was she wearing green? Or was that just Jennifer Love Hewitt in Girl on TV?

I find myself feeling, well, jaded. I know that might seem a little weird or out of place to some others, seeing as how I don't exactly live a life of misery. I have a great girlfriend/wife/fiaance/dragon lady (eternally) by my side, am usually priveledged to be able to ride around looking snazzy in a (sometimes) shiny car, and (occasionally) enjoy the hedonistic pleasures that I used to only dream of or secretly watch online.

But I do.

I'm not entirely sure why exactly, but I think it might have a good deal to do with the kinds of people I have to encounter on a regular (read: day to day) basis.

Exhibit A

A teacher who personifies painfully anal, and not in any erotic way either. One who laughs at an unfortunate foreign student with difficulty getting around the English vocabulary, who dismisses a verbal presentation with a classy "Whatever" and one who might seem to be naturally inclined to view the world in wide-screen.

Exhibit B

Another teacher, but that is such a stretch of the term it isn't even funny anymore. It's like calling myself an internationally reknown and modest journalist/writer. The distinguishing difference between these analogies is that in the one invovling my person, it might actually come true in the future. I don't quite understand how someone who intentionally misinforms his largely-oblivious students and who can retort "OK, all of you, read the notes in your hands, I will stop talking. If you have any questions, come and see me." can be qualified to receive a friggin salary for his day's "work". If "looking smug" or "being maliciously boring" was in his job description, I'd say he'd need a raise though.

Exhibit C

And another teacher, can you detect a trend here? After several weeks of epileptic observation, I have concluded that this one is colour-blind. In case you are wondering how I came to this amazing deduction, you need to understand that when someone expects you to read black text on a dark blue background, while that someone is clad in a horrendous pink and white "top" (which, in all fairness, looks like the underside of a large piece of roadkill), you'd come to the same logic as I have. In addition to her unfortunate deficiency, we are also treated to roughly half an hour of verbal attendance taking every lecture, and sermons on the righteousness of a certain deceased professor and brief interludes on the inflections of a name.

Wow, I actually think I know what's been bugging me. Writing can be therapeutic after all.

Alright, I need to pack my shotgun now.

PS: There are more, but if I had included everything till Exhibit ZZZ93265 v81736, the Internet would crash.