PROMPT: Write about something you DEEPLY dislike.

There aren't many things that I DEEPLY dislike. Well, except bad drivers, people who make more money than they should, ice cream, yellow beer, self loathing, fishing for compliments, beets, over-commercialized religion, Sheryl Crow, and humanity in general.

Seriously, though...if I had to pick one thing I deeply dislike, it would have to be plain old stupidity. When I say stupidity, I mean the kind that is ignorance. Blatent ignorance. The kind of stupid ignorance that is evolved from the thought that one is perhaps too good to even be thinking about certain things; that other things and people are below one's self.

I dislike the ignorant asses who speak out of turn. I despise the air of royalty they carry. I cannot stand their self-important turned up noses. It's a farce. It's just how they have to cover up their ignorance. I don't so much mind an ignorant ass who knows he is such; it's the oblivious idiots that get me; those who think they are actually informed and intelligent.

Call me an intellectual snob. Okay. Fine. I don't think I am the smartest cracker on the planet, but at least I can admit that. On the flip side, I have a hunger for knowledge. Does someone else know it? Maybe...but I want to know it too, and improve the idea. Can someone else do it? Most likely, but I want to do it better. I find it difficult to rely on others. For anything. I want to know how to do and say and be everything for myself. I strive not to be ignorant. I don't want to have people look at me in conversation the same way I've looked at them....the "what the fuck are you talking about" look.

Sometimes, when you strive NOT to be something, you find yourself surrounded by it. I'm on the fence about God and Satan, but I will say that if there IS a devil, his name is Generic Ignorant Ass. He is one of the fine folks I deal with on a daily basis who make me roll my eyes and have loud F-bomb outbursts within the confines of my cubicle walls. He is the dipshit who thinks there is a magic fairy that takes care of all the shit he forgets about. He can't subtract 35 from 49 in his head. When asked to recite the alphabet backwards, he actually tries. He challenges me to an online IQ test and thinks I faked my score when I beat him.

He can't count out exact change, nor can he figure out what my change should be in the drive-thru. And if he can, and has it ready for me like I'm going to pay with a flat dollar amount, he gets pissy when I hand him exact change (I love doing that).

He says no when I offer to explain something, because he knows I'll do it next time for him, too.
He asks the same stupid questions over and over, and they usually start with, "Stacy, I know you'll know the answer to this..."

He doesn't get my humor. Even when I've got my fingers crossed that he'll realize I'm making fun of him to his face. His best argument is "well, I've been around a lot longer than you have."

He is a lot of things. Or she. Whoever. Ignorant asses: my Kryptonite.