What is the point of skinny jeans? I’ve never understood. All they actually do is pinch the life out of my thighs, and make my wedgie deeper with every footstep. I feel like Adam and Eve really shouldn’t have eaten those damn fruit, because if they hadn’t, we would never have to wear skinny jeans in our lives, or pants of any kind for that matter. Pants are so stupid.
And have you ever noticed that there’s a certain face people make when they’re wearing skinny jeans? That kind of, “annoyed at everything in the world – talk to me and you’ll die” face that’s hidden behind a smile. Secretly, we ALL hate skinny jeans. The only reason people like them is because they flatter us more than normal jeans do. But the comfort is non-existent. It all looks beautiful, but really, your thighs are begging you for some air. And the tighter the skinny, the better it looks. And what disgusts me is that we get used to them. We endure the pain!
Here’s the thing, almost everything about skinnies is bad. The death-defying process of putting them on, the awkward Eiffel-Tower-shape your legs make when you walk… and don’t get me started on picking something up off the floor. Skinny jeans are just bad news.
Same with exams. I’ve never actually heard somebody say that they genuinely have a love for exams. Yes, we need them, and they’ll help us look good in the future, but they’re so useless right now. That’s what we hate. We hate thinking about the future or the past, because the present is so real. Why can’t skinny jeans make you look and feel good right now? Why is it that only when I look in the mirror after taking centuries to put them on, or in a photo of me looking good while wearing them, that I understand the point of skinny jeans? I want to look and feel good now. At this moment. When I put them on. While I’m wearing them.
So basically… What I’m essentially trying to say is that I hate exams, because, like skinny jeans, they’ll never really make you feel good about yourself, or prove who you really are to the world. They just cause pressure and pain, and you’ll only ever see the results later on in life. And what kills me the most, is that the results could be as false as the look skinny jeans will give you.
I have a dream that one day, we’ll live in a world without exams, but for now, we just have to deal with them, because we created them – and for a purpose at that. (I mean, I wouldn’t wear a mini-skirt on a cold day, in that case, skinnies are acceptable.)
If it is humans that created them, then it is humans that shall conquer them. Exams and skinnies alike.
Good luck for exams all you beautiful humans.
We can, and will conquer the ridiculousness that we’ve created.