While I understand that Starbucks does some great things for its community (this was pointed out by a writer and mother when I once bitched [strong word] about the coffee on Facebook), as a coffee aficionado (or snob, however you’d like to put it), I’ll be the first to admit that, though I drink Starbucks coffee for convenience, it is overpriced for what it is. I am not a morning person, and don’t particularly like being yelled at by a bunch of green-aproned happy people that have had at least three too many shots of espresso before noon.
It has come to my attention, through yesterday’s National Superhero Day and various experiences as of late, that, eleven years post high school, it is still not societally acceptable to be a nerd. Like people are apparently afraid to be open with their real life friends about the fact that they know more about comics than Stan Lee or that Twilight is their favorite thing ever because our society is so influenced by what should be important to them that all they know about Hunter S. Thompson is that he was a friend of Johnny Depp’s.
Mental illness comes with a nasty stigma attached. It sucks, it’s awful, wrong, and ignorant.
- lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated.“he was told constantly that he was ignorant and stupid”
I don’t understand people.
I do, I say, looking up from my phone. Do you know why people are so unhap–
He interrupts me. He knows how much I hate being interrupted, but he doesn’t care.