Sunday 21 August 2011

Attempting to write a blog about my A Level results without sounding like an arrogant cunt

I'm off to do a law degree, it seems.

Yes, a law degree. I've been told many times it's not very 'me', and I totally empathise when people tell me that. I'm fairly sure I'll be the only socialist on the course, and I'm sceptical about the proportion of hip hop fans in law postgrads.

But fuck you, I'm doing it.

I considered that maybe I'm doing a law degree just because it was the most pretentious thing I could study. Not only that, but I'm planning to be involved in human rights, rather than just greasing the capitalist machine and picking up all the masses of money that falls off it in business law. Seriously - it's a very cuntishly self-righteous path I intend on taking, and it's a very capitalist degree for a massive socialist.

I also considered that maybe I'm doing it ironically. Pretty much everything I do is intended ironically, so it seemed a real possibility, even though I wasn't consciously aware of this in my decision making. I still persist in saying that I own a BlackBerry and wear Hollister ironically.

But the truth is I'm just interested in the degree. It's a pretty kick ass degree to have under your belt regardless of your intentions. I pretty much intend on picking up the law degree and then showing my middle finger to the establishment, but I'm sure I'll end up a capitalist swine in the end.

I've been told I should be doing English a lot. My English teacher looked at me in disgust and said he 'thought I'd be doing something useful' when he found out I was going to study law. Then there's philosophy, and politics, or PPE. I enjoy a lot of things really, but I was always most interested in the intellectual aspect of the law degree.

It doesn't mean I want to wear expensive suits and fresh-smelling cologne right from the oily depths of the evil capitalist drone, it just means it's something I'm interested in.

As Bill Hicks once said, it's just a ride. I don't have a lot invested in this ride; I'm not here for the money or the fame or the bitches, (OK, maybe the bitches) but I'm in it to enjoy myself and to do things I'm passionate about doing. By the end of the ride your money will be worth nothing and when you step off the only thing you have left will be the person you left the ride as. God, I love Bill Hicks. I'd feel like becoming a pointless rich lawyer would be sucking Satan's cock, as Bill Hicks again once talked about, although in a different sense. Look it up, it's the best Luciferean oral impression that you will ever experience. Unless of course you're Vanilla Ice and were there to experience it in person.

It's a bit paradoxical and pointless for me to have written an entire blog post with nothing but the worried assurance that I'm not nothing but a money-hungry dick, but fuck it - it wouldn't be one of my blog posts if you didn't leave with that familiar taste of regret that spawns from that final full stop like a woman giving birth and finding out that she's got a fucking ugly baby.

That was an awful analogy; I'm going to go make some food.

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