This is a post that will consist of me venting a little bit. Just a warning.
I learned another life lesson today. And by that I mean "I had another lesson that has been crammed down my throat since I could talk reaffirmed today."
Life can pick some pretty weird times to sucker punch you right in the face. Like when you're waiting in line at a Mexican Grill for dinner at 10:30 PM on a Wednesday (can I get a HUMP DAAYYYYYYY?) night.
No, this isn't me going into detail about how I was metaphorically assaulted by fate. This post also won't contain an explanation as to why I waited until 10:30 at night to eat dinner at a Mexican Grill (the tacos were quite good, though).
All I'm going to say is that someone played a joke on me. And while I love jokes almost as much as I love poop related humor and Spongebob Squarepants (Which are two of my favorite things in the whole world), sometimes jokes can be taken too far.
You see, you never know exactly what a person is going through, especially if you don't know them that well. And sometimes your attempts at humor can be interpreted as something far from humorous (like your radius, for example... ha. Anatomy pun. Oh I should get out more).
I know that this makes me sound like a hypocrite. I practically invented blunt / brutal humor. But this is as much a slap on my wrist as anyone else's. I have no right to tell people that what they're doing is right or wrong.
I do have a right to vent though, and that's what I'm doing. That's the perks of owning a blog. I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ON HERE.
Well... within legal limits established by the United States government.
Okay. I feel better.
Goodnight everyone! Stay in school, kids!