BEAT ON THE FRAT

I hate frat boys.

Not for any kind of jealous "gee they look like they're having some kooky, well-balanced fun that I'm missing out on" sort of reason, but mostly because nearly all of them seem to be gape-mouthed morons. But not just regular ol' run-of-the-mill gape-mouthed morons; they are gape-mouthed morons who think they're exceptionally interesting and wacky, when in fact they are neither remotely interesting, nor wacky.

Actual wacky people have just a flicker of terrifying insanity lurking buried under their fun-print clothes, crazy hats and nutty hair styles that lends a palpable air of menace to their antics.Frat boys feature none of that troubling "oh shit" factor that makes the truly eccentric something worth seeking out.

I have never had any interest in being a massive, ripped muscle man, though I would seriously think about swapping out pens and alcoholism for weight benches and squat thrusts if it also came with a license to freely beat the ever-loving shit out of frat boys.

At the moment, that doesn't seem like a terribly likely scenario, so I'll continue to brood silently and add them to the ever-growing list of things that irritate me. It seems with each passing interaction, however, they rise higher and higher on that list.