have you ever had an exceptionally philosophical day and you start analysing things that don't need analysing? and then your stupid philosophy gets shut down by someone smarter?

it's happen to me a lot but i can't even think of a specific instance so i'll make one up:

you're sitting around and that 70's song "jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was a good friend of mine" comes into your head. you don't really know the rest of the song, but because you knew that much and because it popped into your head you're going to philosophize it.

you start thinking about "why is jeremiah a bullfrog? is it a metaphor? is it a symbol of his unattractiveness? is it a statement on his political views?" you save the philosophy for an otherwise "mental" day when you've run out of smart things to say and you rely on your "jeremiah" backups.

so fastforward to the "mental" day. you're sitting around with some friends and they all sound smart and you haven't added in a good cent or two. you forward the conversation towards 70's music and somehow sneak in your theory about how jermiah being a bullfrog was a statement on how all hippies were anti-war pacifists. a silence draws over the crowd. then the smart friend says "no dude, he was a bullfrog because "bullfrog" was his last name" and you're the douche who should have known better.

2005-04-04, 12:33 a.m.
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