HAVE THE GOODWILL TO
BE CERTAIN OF DOUBT
HAVE FAITH IN HYPOCRISY
Stupidity motivates me. Ignorance, dogma, idiocy all fuel my intellectual fire, my passion for life and the world in which I live.
I’ve been a mess at University and I couldn’t work out why. I may have stumbled upon my answer tonight. You see, everyone is reasonably intelligent here. Back home, I was surrounded by terrifying chavs who knew very little and had big opinions on things they didn’t fully understand. I was petrified. I needed to be the complete opposite of them.
And so I studied until my nose was raw, my eyes bled and my voice vanished. I was crippled by exhaustion from hours upon hours of overtime and work. The goal was in sight; study, get the grades, go to University. Escape.
And so I did. After the fresher’s hangover wore off, something felt wrong. I was expected to take charge of my own education, to drive myself forward, all the while living in a comfortable setting where a trip into town wasn’t likely to end in a stabbing/shooting/mugging/some other violent form of attack.
And so I grew lazy, miserable and withdrawn. At some point, even alcohol ceased to help me. I had been betrayed by my close friend, ethanol.
In the wee hours of this morning, something changed. I came across a pro-life facebook page. I had forgotten how stupid people could be. How misinformed, how uneducated, how downright infuriating. Scrolling through the comments, I began to despair.
Then something changed. I became incredulous at what I was reading, then angry. So I replied to these soul-crushing posts, explaining the difference between murder and abortion, between a fetus and a baby and a whole host of other bewildering comments. I think my favorite must be: