Being Totally Pissy And Gay...

Ok so this post does stem from months of bottled up 'getting pissiedness' about meaningless nurdy stuff (when matt talks about stuff i don't care about and then i get mad when he doesn't know what i'm talking about)....but it's still timely.

What is the deal with the need to talk?

The other night I was accosted (look it up, jerkface) by my 'worried' dad who couldn't understand that at the end of the day (or any time i'm at home for that matter), I just don't want to talk.

I have absolutely nothing meaningful to add to any conversation, so why bother?

I can't form complete thoughts and think of good vocabulary to use for rare sentences, so why bother?

If i'm just listening to interesting people talk, there's no way that I can match their stories in brilliance or quality or humor, so why bother?

"And then after she killed my dog, my mom kicked me out of the house."
"Ha ha, yeah....I have a mom."

...Maybe i picked the wrong profession (communication major).

So, (as television tells us to the contrary) I (supposedly unlike any average dude) have no problem cuddling on the couch and watching tv.......as long as you SHUT THE HELL UP and maybe laugh every once in a while to prove you aren't bored.

So just leave me to my MST3K fan page, where I'm about to order every episode ever made and will subsequently never see a vagina in my life.