IDIOCY RAMPANT ON METRO

Bloody Hell!! Can’t you idiots keep your stupidity to yourselves?!?

Riding the Metro the other night, I was faced with an example of utter and complete stupidity, and felony attempted cleverness. Three girls, MAYBE 16-18, moving between the cars, gibbering as loudly as possible, seemed to me, at least, to be on some kind of drug – or perhaps just booze. Just as we were about to arrive at my stop, and as I closed my eyes for a moment to block out said idiocy, one of them brushes her hand over the top of my head, against the direction of my hair, naturally – prime example of felony attempted cleverness.

It’s not a matter of “Ewww – don’t touch me!”, even if I don’t care to be touched by most people, to say nothing of these WOFLs (figure that out). It IS a matter of “Who the FUCK are you, and WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, if ANYTHING?” Did I look like I was remotely interested in having ANYTHING to do with you, SHITHEADS?

Given the slightly skunky air these 3 carried with them, I suspected them of being on pot, at least. The Man, William Gibson, was indeed correct, in No Maps for These Territories, that, after a point, in the case of those using drugs, there comes a point when all that is left is pathology, rather than personality – and that such people become little more than “neurochemical entities”. Yes, they’re still human – on a technicality. They are to be pitied, but there is no need to suffer their foolishness anymore than can be helped.

Of course, to be honest, the above paragraph is a highly elaborated way of saying FOAD.