Me, Myself and Calvin

To Quote Calvin:
“I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in and overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Indian Culture and Bollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak.”

Or atleast thats what I like to go with.
I'm all for Bill Wattersons thought process and views about almost everything.
Here are some thoughts I readily stand by for:

“Why isn’t my life like a situation comedy? Why don’t I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren’t my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don’t my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well being when I have problems? …I gotta get my life some writers.”

It’s hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.

“I’ve been visualizing the conceptualization process. That’s the hard part.”

“Well, it just seemed wrong to cheat on an ethics test.”

“If warped values are the price of a vicarious thrill, so be it!”

“People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don’t realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.”

“These are interesting times. We don’t trust the government, we don’t trust the legal system, we don’t trust the media, and we don’t trust each other! We’ve undermined all authority, and with it, the basis for replacing it! It’s like a six-year-old’s dream come true!”

Leave it to a girl to take the fun out of sex discrimination.

As far as I’m concerned, if something is so complicated that you can’t explain it in 10 seconds, then it’s probably not worth knowing anyway

I think the surest sign that there is intelligent life out there in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

Some people are pragmatists, taking things as they come and making the best of the choices available. Some people are idealists, standing for principle and refusing to compromise. And some people just act on any whim that enters their heads. I pragmatically turn my whims into principles.

The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little pratice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!

That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!

A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.

Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.

I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.