With midterms smacking me around like Ike and Tina, I haven’t had much time to philosophize on any of the gamut of issues in the world today.
Although I am the self-proclaimed world’s best slacker, I figured that I was finally going to get fired from the Reveille. It was 1:30 and I still had no idea what I would write on this week.
My column was due at noon, so I was already working on borrowed time. I figured it didn’t matter now anyway, so I turned on the TV.
That’s when it hit me. I was watching Seinfeld, and all of a sudden the picture tube on my TV got really bright: I had seen the light. I would write a column about nothing.
Hell, there’s so much for me to complain about that I don’t even know where to start, so instead of being overwhelmed with information, I figured I would revel in the nothingness inside of my head.
First of all, am I the only one who finds that these new anti-drug commercials are utterly ridiculous?
I sure hope not, because if smoking pot led to people passing out in back alleys and shooting their friends in the face, then many LSU students I know would be either bums or convicted felons.
Regardless of your stance on drug policy, you have to admit that trying to scare people away from drugs just isn’t gonna work. Can you say cigarettes, anyone?
That brings up my next point: if we know how bad cigarettes are for us, then why do we still smoke them?
In this case, the term we is used to identify humans in general, not only individuals who smoke.
I don’t personally smoke, unless I’m drinking. But I cannot for the life of me understand why anyone would want to make it illegal to smoke in bars.
Smoking cigarettes and drinking entirely too much go together like pinto beans and bad gas, and if anyone cares so much about their health that they don’t want to be exposed to cigarette smoke, then they shouldn’t be in a bar destroying their liver.
You might say, “What about the people who are there just to dance, and don’t drink?”
Show me five of these people in the whole bar and I’ll give you $20.
People go to the bar to drink and have a good time, that is to dance like drunken idiots without having to have their nagging conscience tell them to stop because they are the whitest guy on the planet and they will never, ever, be able to ‘drop it like it’s hot!’
I know that this is a taboo subject, but let’s be frank: almost every individual in bars drink, even, gasp! 18 to 20 year olds.
It’s true! I know, you can’t believe it either, but I took a very unscientific poll at Bogie’s last Thursday (and my editor says I never do research), and found that roughly 100 percent of the under-age patrons there had had at least one drink. Don’t worry though, guys and gals, I’ll keep you anonymous.
This brings up my final point: maybe there was a reason for that whole stupid city ordinance after all.
As a senior, I have seen many people take all kinds of ‘shortcuts’ and break all kinds of rules, but I have never let them bother me. I’ve learned to worry about my own business, and let everything else take care of itself. If you let little things bother you and incidents beyond you to control you, they will.
Life has a way of allowing things to transpire despite our best efforts, and I have come to realize that maybe that’s the way things should be.
The old adage is that there is more than one way to skin a cat, or in our a case, a tiger. I guess in the end I do have a point: things are the way they are for a reason.
Sure there are problems and catch-22s in every aspect of life, but if you close the loophole, then everyone gets stuck.
What goes around comes around. Karma baby, karma. Chill out, study hard, and improvise when you have to.