I’m Not as Smart as I Think I am.

Sometimes I think I’m so dang smart. I sarcastically say something and chortle to myself if someone doesn’t get my reference. “Rube,” I think. What I say is always pointed and clear. It’s your fault for not getting it. Just like if you don’t get the jokes here at ClubAaron, it is not my fault. It’s yours. If you get them and just find them not as funny as me, then that’s because you have no sense of humor.

On the other hand, I was confused by the Fellowship of the Sun for a full two days. I couldn’t figure out if it was sarcastic, crazy or what. Turns out it’s actually a plug for a television show. True Blood. Even after I read something about vampires on the Fellowship of Light website, I still thought they might be real. It’s possible. Crazier people exist. Please, take into account I don’t really watch much TV. I had no idea…that…anyway. Laugh. Make fun of me. I don’t care.

Now I’m puzzled over The Soul Storage Company. Yea, it looks hokey and I know there’s no way to store, extract or what-have-you to a soul. But other people don’t!! Are these people being had? Or am I, for not having fun with this? I feel like a worried mother at an amusement park. I know that the ride is safe, but those screams are starting to scare me and I can’t seem to enjoy the farce along with everyone else, because I know there’s someone out there trying, desperately to find the “purchase” button.

Wait. It’s a movie? Oh, I thought… you know… Paul Giamotti was like… Will Smith and friggin Tom Cruise are Scientologists! Maybe Paul Giamotti is one step battier? So, I’m a sucker. Whatever.