A study in psychology...

Before getting to the bulk of today's post, feast your eyes on WMBOC's first piece of fan art. Kudos to Halco. Click for bigger picture. Done? Okay. Want to know who it is? Halco says it's me. Pff! I don't look nothin' like that. I look more like this:


Oh and funny anecdote from my childhood (yes, I did go through that stage): the first time I used a slingshot, I shot a pebble at my own forehead. I still have the scar. Maybe that explains my retardation.

Anyways, back to the topic. Study in psychology. Yes.
There was a revelation today in English class. We did the activity where you write a sentence, and pass it on, and in the end you're supposed to get your paper back, with an extremely original story on it.

The experience was illuminating. It's an inside peak at the [dark] personalities of other people, and likely, also at the demon inside you.
The final, extremely rough, extremely generalized, tally:

• 10 people talked about death, dying, blood, dead mother, daggers, star wars/death star, mutants, sci-fi gibberish, evil babies.
  
• 10 people talked about poop, eating poop, swimming in poop, dreaming about poop, cereal and poop, etc.
• 10 people talked about boring stuff I think, because I don't remember what they wrote. These people can be considered somewhat normal, [braindead], and fit for bureaucratic lifestyles.
  
• 2 texts featured Danny, in various situations.

It gets you thinking. After a few seconds, conclusion: holy shit, we're fucked up.

Explaining the dead mother part is easy, it's because of Family Guy, more precisely, the diabolical baby Stewie.

But the poop, I don't know. I'm a little creeped out actually. Why in the world would poop be foremost in your mind? How can you even think of mistaking poop for soup!? (It rhymes I'll give you that, but in no other way are the two similar!) You start questioning what else goes on in these people's minds. (Small consolation: these may be the future geniuses that make cars run off the methane from cow manure one day)

The boring people, I'll pass.
The Danny texts, I'll pass on that too.

So, all in all, we're kind of screwed up.

I can't seem to come up with meaningful conclusion so I'll wrap up with:

Remember,
1- It's not our fault we're so screwed up. It's funny how adults complain about this generation of youth, but they don't realize that they're the root of the problem.
2-No matter how screwed up we are, we will, most of us anyway, grow up, mature, and become successful people, with a family and middle class lifestyles. (What a spine-chilling thought)