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Obviously, people have yet to get used to me over here at Seton Hall.
I'm cynical, a realist, and I put things in the crudest and least eloquent way possible.
For an English class, we had a paper due. The assignment was choose a photograph, analyze it, and relate it to one of the 34414398219491 billion essays we've read. It was pretty easy, and I actually rather enjoyed it. But, the teacher last minute decided he was going to make us present the photo to the class.
Oh joy of joys!
Well, I projected this photo:
and as soon as I did, every girl in the classroom died, having fits and screaming ecstatic squeals of joy. The guys just started smiling, knowing they were too macho but inside, they were doing the same.
I started cracking up because I was about to burst their little romanticized bubble about this photo. Its really not as romantic as everyone thinks, but people want to believe that it is this Notebook-esque encounter, that this man saw his one true love in a sea of people, fell madly in love at first sight, swept her off her feet, proposed, got married, conceived a child and lived happily ever after in this one, convienent meeting, which happened to be shot by Alfred Eisenstaedt in the nick of time. Does that paint a picture for you?
Thats actually not what happened at all. The sailor came off the boat, found every woman he could and kissed her. Basically raped her face and went onto the next victim. This nurse actually slapped him after he was through.
So I said to the class: when I was younger and still allowing myself to be corrupted by Disney, I used to think this photo was the epitome of romance.
Everyone burst into laughter and I was taken back. I think shit like that all the time and I'm pretty vocal about it- I forgot though, that people don't really know me here. So i was like, uhhh alright well: blah blah blah blah fluff fluff fluff fluff and then I say: i started to realize that maybe this photo isnt everything that I thought it was. If you look in the background, people are staring and laughing at this couple. This photo was taken in new york. I'm assuming that everyone knows the new york mentality- I mean....ok. So lets lalk about the Naked Cowboy for a second (everyone starts laughing again) he attracted a crowed for maybe 20 minutes and then people just walked by him like he was a pigeon or a hobo. If he doesn't get that many strange looks, this couple definitely wouldn't. So that got me thinking that maybe there's something going down thats a little less than chick-flick status.
I don't really think im a funny person. Actually, I KNOW that i'm not and I'm totally cool with that. I think what it is, is that I say shit that doesnt make sense and tie it in so loosely to the point. So like hahaha..ok, naked cowboy..i see where you were going with that. I don't know. But i'm thinking I got an A.