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I am That Stupid Also???

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So we've had really nice weather the last few days and I've attempted to read outside of my nearest coffee shop.  Trouble is, the people who shared in my idea of getting outdoors are complete idiots and their mindless blathering clogs my ears and strangles my mind and makes it impossible to concentrate on what I'm reading.

Today's morons were these two college aged girls.  Now right off the bat, I new they'd be idiots because they were young girls.  And we all know that 98% of young girls have absolutely nothing worth a damn EVER run through their minds.  These creatures are the closest things to worthless that we should ever come near.

Well these two brain surgeons were true to form.  I read the same paragraph about 20 times and finally gave up.  I sat quietly, trying my hardest not to hear their conversation.  But unlike the two older ladies who were quietly talking to each other, these two stupid girls were all but screaming.  I could only shake my head in complete disgust as I choked down my latte.

Youth is wasted on the young.  I now know that I pretty damn stupid when I was younger.  Of course, times were different back then.  Each year gets faster and less private.  Cell phones bring everyone assholes conversation into the public domain.  Its impossible to go through your day quietly and discreetly.  And believe me, I try like hell to do it each and every day.

'Bout the only thing I can do these days is shake my head and laugh at the idiots that bombard my daily life.  I can't avoid them.  They drive beside me.  They shop at the same grocery store.  I work with them.  And I have to hold my tongue, lest I tell them what I really think of them and their opinions.  Of course, I'm confident that my opinion is of no concern to them.  

I'll just have to go through the days, loathing them.  I'll have to quietly hold the knowledge that most of the people that I encounter are so far beneath me that I shouldn't even let their pathetic lives disturb me.  Of course, that's easier said than done.  If they'd just let me read and drink my coffee in peace and quiet, then I wouldn't have to write these scathing entries.  Then again, I am improving my typing speed.  Hah!!!!!!!!!!!!

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