Being a smart guy sucks, and heck, you know it.

You know that feeling you get when you wanted to write something witty, but no matter how hard you try, the only thing showing up on the screen is another cliched, pretentious opinion on how we should conserve oil/ how the VSU is killing us students / how we hate the US? I guess it all comes down to how articulate you are in expressing your opinion. But eh, if you don't have anything to say, no matter how articulate you are, the things you write will end up shitty anyway.

I don't like being witty. In fact, I enjoy being a drooling idiot. Think about it, no pressure or anything from the people around you. No expectations. No "Can you help me with this? Can you help me with that? Can you clean my shoes? Can you tie my shoes? Can you do my assignment?". Being smart sucks balls. You're always going to be asked to do things that you don't want to do. The worst part about this is, I know I used to be one of those guys. Man, being a smart guy sucks balls.

It's good though, when hot girls asked you for favors. At least they're talking to you now. Right? Right? But hey, if you smart guys ever fall to that trap, then you're a fucking tool.

Define: Tool

One who lacks the mental capacity to know he is being used. A fool. A cretin. Characterized by low intelligence and/or self-steem.

Ah, low self esteem? Check. A fool? Hmm. This shows that being smart wouldn't give you an advantage in the game of pre-breeding exercises. And no, when someone said "I'm looking for someone clever, witty and with tons of personality <3". They're probably lying. Whack 'em in the head for everytime you hear that. So anyway, being smart sucks. I've heard stories about how the smart ones couldn't move up the management track, and always stuck in the same technical position.

It sucks too being smart at Uni, because it wouldn't matter anyway. I mean, what sort of employee would look at your Uni grades? And would they even care if you get straight HDs from semester one till you graduate? No, they won't. Nobody does.

So here's a tip: Be a dumbass. Go drink a can of beer, kill some brain cells, sniff glue, listen to The Pussycat Dolls and watch Big Brother, Jackass and Borat. All at the same time.

You can thank me later.