An Educated Fool

Since completing most of my school and just occupying myself with some electives, I've begun to wonder; what has 12 years of education actually done for me. Please don't mistake my inquisitive intentions. I am beyond grateful for the opportunity of higher education that has been granted me, a privilege many other SGAs had to once forgo. Nevertheless, it does seem that a good portion of the latter years are directed at making you nothing more than a cynical old maid, which may explain my behavior of late. When conversing with people, no longer can I enjoy normal friendly conversation as my brain automatically starts diagramming their sentences. Wrong pronunciations (i.e. American) or wrong grammar seems to start an uncontrollable reflex starting in my shoulder, traveling down to my hand and ending on their cheek. I reminisce on the days when children were seen as curly balls of love and fun. Now blinking red lights flash "financial liability" when one comes running to give me a hug in the morning ( a rarity ). Food has even lost some of its pleasure when mid mouth long chains of symbols and numbers representing cardiac arrest or cancer within the next 20 years rises with the sweet smell of chips and cheesecake. Believe me, numerous signals of complaint have been sent to my temporal and parietal lobes, but to no avail. The only response given me is the continual tune of " They gave them their request but sent leanness unto their souls" floating around in my sub conscience. I take this as either a sign from God, or my brain having a black sense of humour. The famous phrase "ignorance is true bliss" seems rather applicable here.

Disclaimer: This paragraph was written purely for self amusement and as a warm up for a 5000 word research paper coming up. The basis on which it was written has actually very little factual evidence