tis pity he's a bore

me, tearing a piece of origami paper into tiny star-shaped shreds: i dunno, doc. it's just that i've started to resent the jesters and that isn't a helpful or actionable feeling on my part? like, i get that holding a mirror up to the king is transgressive and all, but he still raised our taxes by 18% despite knowing that we're in the middle of a famine caused by his shitty policy decisions. snickering about how bad he is at math doesn't make him reverse the tax hike and feels instead like we're comforting ourselves by acknowledging the terribad situation instead of organizing to fix it. especially since, by virtue to the jester's continued existence, it seems the king might actually be open to listening to us??? arby's cashier, rubbing their temples: dude me: i know, i know. "sir, this is an arby's" arby's cashier, pulling out a notepad: well, yeah. but. i'm a psychology grad student. and this metaphor of yours makes me want to study you for a paper i'm writing on learned helplessness me: ... me: only if i can get a co-author credit