On Stupidity

Stephen King wrote "On Writing". Sigmund Freud wrote "On Dreams". Richard Hammond wrote "On the road", "On the edge", and "Is that Just me". The last one is what I keep asking everyone. Meh, moving on. Virgia Woolfe wrote "On being ill". I wonder why though. So I had to figure out what I could write about. After a lot of contemplation, I came up with this post's title.

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish. Wow! This one phrase perhaps made "being foolish" cool. Especially after Steve Jobs's Stanford commencement speech. Because before that speech, people wanted to become engineers, scientists, astronauts and what not. Now, any half-wit who's seen the speech goes like "Let's be foolish!" It's like an Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy cartoon. Everyone's on acid.

But there's a close cousin to Foolish. It's called 'Stupid'. Foolish is oftentimes aloof about stuff. So is stupid. But you know foolish from stupid by this.

This is stupid.

And stupid is what you realize just moments after shit has hit the roof. That's again if you have half a brain, of course. Stupidity otherwise goes unnoticed. It's like wearing those long, draggy, kingly robes which randomly caught fire, and no body noticed. Until the king died.

You know what's troubling here? If there were a test for stupidity, I'd ace it. Straight A, sure shot. What's more troubling is this. I'm afraid my parents will be happy that I at least scored an A in one subject.
Oh yes! A bit about shit here. There are two phrases.

1- Shit hits the roof/ceiling.

2- Shit hits the fan.

Do you notice that the chap who conceived the second phrase must have had a much more vivid imaginations? Or is it just me? I mean, just imagine how the dynamics of the entire scene changes with the mere addition of a fan!