I wouldn't be here if my judgement wasn't clouded.
I respect everybody's religion, but I don't care about WWJD. I haven't been saved. I haven't been to church in a loooong time. But I'll sit here and listen. My judgement is clouded.

I wouldn't be here if my judgement wasn't clouded.
I don't care how "our" team did. I didn't even know they played today. Nor do I understand why, out of the six hundred or so majors this college offers you had to pick the most useless, pointless, insipid one (unless somebody actually starts listening to you people, in which case it will become an actively harmful major that will destroy civilization). But I'll sit here and listen and keep my snide comments to myself. My judgement is clouded.

I wouldn't be here if my judgement wasn't clouded.
If you only knew how I suffer as I sit through a rerun of that moronic sitcom with the thumping of that cretinous booty-shaking song drowning out what passes for dialogue. I won't say anything about Nietzche or Rand or Heinlein because I remember how your sweet eyes glazed over that last time I tried that. My judgement is clouded.

I wouldn't be here if my judgement wasn't clouded.
I have a future to attend to. I have papers to read. Problem sets to answer. The longer I sit here, the more self-respect I lose. But do go on, tell me about how hopping the bar was last night. I'm all ears. My judgement is clouded.

I wouldn't be here if my judgement wasn't clouded.
The saddest thing is, I'm wasting myself on you and the second I walk out of the room, you'll just pick up where you left off with Captain Caveman over there. Yeah, I understand, he's become much more of a class act now that he's learned to stop drooling on himself. So I just sit here. My judgement is clouded.

It's not bloody fair. I wish I was smart enough to break free... or dumb enough to not care.

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