There are two types IBs (Irritating Blokes). Peacocks, and, well, cocks.Yes, I know all boys have cocks, but - can we not go into this? My ma's gonna give me a hard time about this post as it is ;).
There are no shortage of cocks in my grade, which is why I haven't had endless BSC sagas over them - I CAN SEE THEM NOW. The ones who think that it's bloody hilarious to spontaneously shag anything and everything that takes their fancy (fake, but still disturbing). The ones who haven't just regressed into early childhood - they never left it in the first place. Hormones does wonders to the human physique. But the mind? Not so much.
And then there are the peacocks. The ones who swap their glasses for contacts so that they can laugh at girls who wear glasses (i.e. me) - but then karma bites them on the arse when they get something onto them and have to TOUCH THEIR EYEBALL IN FRONT OF THE HOT CHICK. I was crying with laughter - talk about a backfired plan. I mean, there's only one thing more sexy than a guy with nerdy glasses - a guy who's fiddling with his eyeball and crying his eyes out in the process.
My mother has tried to convince me that there are better boys in uni, and in the big bad world out there. But there will always be peacocks, and there will always be cocks. I've grown up with them; I'm used to them; I even fell in love with one or two of them. I don't really know any guys who don't fall into these two categories; because at the moment, there's no guy mature enough to get to know the girl who spent last Sunday listening to uni lectures and staring at beautiful (real) peacocks.
Inspired by the only beautiful peacocks in my life: the resident peacocks of UWA.
1 comment:
I really appreciate your sharing of the UWA peacocks with the blogging world.
Hormones should probably keep as far from the mind as possible, certainly until it is fully formed. They do not appear to create or destroy that mind.
And the mind develops with the physique - or it should!
Now, the peafowl has quite a lean physique and is quite meaty on the inside. I wonder if you have ever eaten peafowl meat, or consumed their eggs? Or are they a protected species in this country?
(Going through the Manifesto. Oh yes, it comes under point #17).
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So the fancy is fake? Or is the shagging deceptive?
And I wonder if modern men get into sagas the way the Scandivanian Edda does? (the elder and the younger of that text).
Even though you may see them, they may not see you, or they may choose to think they do not see you.
Eyeballs! That made me think of the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe.
And remember: You did not become a Modernista for the boys there, did you?
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