So yesterday I turned in my English assignment. It wasn’t much, just turning in our thesis statement for The Stranger, which you need to read if you haven’t. Anyway, my thesis focused around how meaningless life is, which is absolutely a theme of the book. After class, my English teacher (who is a massive conservative white male supremacist) pulls me aside for a chat. Now, to fully understand the absurdity of the situation, you need the full story. Last week he tells me after I gave my Dadaism report (Dadaism is really cool too, you should check it out) and says to me, basically, that I’m a terrible human being and that he is going to tell the administration that I am an anarchist. I told him that it isn’t exactly something I hide, and he says that I should. And that all anarchists are going to hell. And then reiterated what a horrible human being I am. Then the next day, I kid you not, he says to me, “are you feeling okay? You haven’t been as dedicated in class. I want you to know that I’m here for you if you need to talk to someone”. So back to yesterday, he says to me, “you have a very negative outlook on life. I noticed that you seem to hint at suicidal thoughts in your writing. I noticed a very subtle reference in some of your World War II work (lemme quote my writing on our supplies project: What gun would you choose as your primary weapon in World War II? “I would choose this gun because it has a 9mm barrel that would easily fit in my mouth”. Very subtle. Also sarcastic). I think that you should really see someone about this nihilistic viewpoint you have taken up. I am really concerned about you.” How dare he! How dare he act like he cares, right after he tells me he wishes I wasn’t in his class? Am I insane? What is his place to tell me to see a shrink after we read a book that’s all atheism and how meaningless life is!
Fuck him. Fuck him for acting like he knows who I am.
Moral of the story: Read Camus. He’s a very fascinating man.