by : whencrissytalkstheylisten
Stupid, I call myself, daft is even better. I wonder how can we gauge intelligence and smartness. I may not know things such as converting files into some extensions, nor I even forgot how to do that Mail Merge thingy. I don’t play PSP, and yes, even my own PC files are a mess. I maybe gadget-tech(y)-DUMB, but, I live in my own comforts, in my own small world, of papers and pens, of shoes and clothes, of french-fries and sundaes. I have my wants and needs and things that can make me happy, I don’t think that hard drives, mobile phones, converters here and there make my day. I am free to think, to live in my own pace, in my own thoughts, in my own keenness, somehow it is surreal, somehow it is my own thing, not yours, PUNK! No, I don’t call myself Stupid, nor I want to think that I am, I am not dumb, I am not just into “your” thing, live with it, and don’t call me Stupid.
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