swatting flies on the irony train

i am currently in close mental proximity to a high school senior and in case you yourself have never been one of those, never been near one of those, or perhaps have done either and forgotten...

the item known as "high school senior" (HSS) is a bursting sack of gangly grudge -- nay, a veritable burgeoning bottle rocket of resentment! -- at having been born into a family that is so ridiculously unworthy of a mere modicum of respect.

who are these people, asks the HSS. who are these people with whom i am forced to spend my days, these people who buzz around me like flies, buzz, buzzing with their silly meaningless words. i am so far above these people, these flies.

when someone considers you to be a fly, he demonstrates an attitude of superiority, swatting at you and whatnot, which nobody likes to be the brunt of. moreover, the irony of the HSS considering himself to be above the very people above whom he can technically never be is powerful, and this powerful irony push-push-pushes on the heads of the authorities over the HSS.

so. the authorities have this powerful irony pressing on their heads, and they pass this irony-born press on through to the HSS, which results in a double-dip irony -- or, as your spreadsheet would report, a circular reference -- on account of this irony having originated with the HSS's inappropriately swatting at the authority in the first place.

and so, the HSS experiences this powerful irony pressing on his head, but because he is a bursting sack of gangly grudge, the pressing squeezes out some grudge like toothpaste from a constricted tube, and this squozed grudge gets in the HSS's eyes and results in his perceiving the press as merely another demonstration of his superiority.

and so, the irony train comes full circle, and goes through the tunnel and starts around the circle again, and again, and again, and so on.





(those of you familiar with hans christian andersen's "the snow queen" will detect a similarity between gangly grudge and hans's troll-mirror splinters. this just goes to show that fairy tales are firmly rooted in truth.)