This Has No Topic

Hey Hey! What’s up with you all?  You must have noticed that things are looking different. Cool theme yeah?  Of course it is. I was just going through things and I discovered it. I like it. Lemme skip all the pointless things you don’t care about and delve into more important things. It’s not time for today’s post yet.

Remember in my last post, how I told you I was moved from the 3rd floor to the ground floor (Talking about my room), and how my roommates are cool people? Well if you don’t, check here. So my new floor is a funny zone. First of all, my room has turned into a game center. It’s the last room on my floor and so whatever noise is made there doesn’t really disturb. And then it’s the only room where all the game requirements are available. Now, because of all that, my room is always full, especially at night when were free. Boys from the other rooms come over to play. Why am I telling you this? It’s because I want to. The main point or topic or subject or importance or usefulness of all I’ve said so far is that boys take games too personal these days.

 Look at FIFA for example; it used to be a game that people just play. Now, the whole reason of playing is to be the best. True, we play most games to be the best and for bragging rights. But the buildup to getting to that level is a serious struggle. Like my floor for example; when we resumed this semester, there was really nothing significant to do. And so, we decided to play a league tournament in FIFA.  The tournament started with me playing the opening game with one boy who had been challenging me. We played and I disgraced him (Ignore the narcissism). When I was done, I got up, said the game was too easy, and walked out like a boss. When it was my turn again, I expected to win again but I lost. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. Let’s skip all this and go to the main thing. Along the line, most people who were in poor positions began to forfeit. We all got angry and decided to end the tournament as it was. Judging from the league table, I was the winner. I didn’t want to brag much and just let the matter go.

Now this happened about three weeks ago. So yesterday, we were all in my room, playing FIFA as usual. (My room is now a game center, remember?) Two guys began verbal attack. One was playing, one was to play next. The basis of the attack was that one was claiming to be better than the other. The issue got really heated and it seemed like they were going to fight. Someone brought up an idea that both boys should play and that the loser wasn’t allowed to play the game for a week. Both parties agreed and we all waited for the match.

While waiting, someone began to say that most of us were over-hyped. For those who don’t know what that means, it’s simply when someone or something is over-rated. It was supposed to be a simple random comment but boys began to take it personal. Because of what that boy had just said, people began to remind each other about matches they had played the previous year. I was just sitting, with my mouth open, wondering why someone would bring up something that happened long ago. Everyone began to criticize whoever they wanted to one by one. In real life, I was straight-faced, but in my mind, I was laughing uncontrollably. I decided to end the argument by reminding them that I had beaten the boy they claimed was the best.  They couldn’t argue with me because I had beaten most of them more than they had beaten me and the gap was big. I purposely didn’t mention the tournament I won.

Again, you might be wondering why I’m telling you this. The truth is that, it’s too funny how people take something as silly as FIFA personal. BAZINGA!!!  The real truth is that I am A Boss at FIFA. Yes Yes, I am bragging, and I am proud of myself. I don’t care who you are, I know I can beat you. And I want all of you to know.

Today’s topic is not so long. It’s something brief, and that’s why I took the decision to gist you the long gist you honestly don’t care about. Anyway, I’m simply going to be talking about two words that people mistake for each other.

The words are ‘funny’ and ’stupid’. This misinterpretation is too painful. I’m going to start by defining both words. According to the Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary, FUNNY is simply ‘amusing’ and STUPID is ‘foolish’ or ’silly’. It hurts when I see people confuse these two words. I remember when I used to do so.

It happened back when I was still in secondary school. I changed to a new school in ss1. Life in my new school was just there. I had to go through the normal ritual of trying to fit in. I was really quiet because I didn’t know anyone. Over time, I began to gel in. By the time we were in the second term, I had fit in well.

At that point in my life, I decided I wanted to be known for something particular, and so, I decided I was going to be funny. The only problem was that I didn’t know how I was going to go about it. Being funny isn’t something that one starts in a single day. It’s not so easy. It’s either natural or comes after good practice. Both options looked hopeless to me. I mean, I was looking for immediate ‘funniness’.

After few days of hard thought, the only possible option was to begin to act stupid. I decided to turn my thoughts to something real and so the next week in school, I started my stupidity. It was basically me, saying stupid words, acting silly, giving dumb sarcastic answers, abusing people with funny, unreasonable words and a bunch of other stupid things.

Funny enough, my plan worked. People always laughed when I said my stupid words. Some even copied me. The boys hailed me anytime I abused people with what I assumed were funny words. I enjoyed my unusual fame and attention. The whole act got me into trouble anytime I tried to be ‘funny’ with teachers. One funny instance was during a certain chemistry class.

Our chemistry teacher was a Yoruba man with tribal marks. Let’s call him Mr. O. His tribal marks were drawn funny. The rude but painful truth was that they made him look like a cat. Some supposedly funny people, boys of course, always said ‘meow’ anytime he was around. And so, this faithful afternoon, we all went to the chemistry laboratory for our class. Before I go on, I want you to know that Mr. O had this peculiar way of teaching. Anytime he was teaching, he’ll always make us complete his sentences. For example, let’s assume he’s teaching us about ‘Hydrocarbons’. He says something like, ‘today, were talking about hydrocar….’ Here, were all supposed to complete his sentence by saying, ‘bons’. So this fateful day, we boys agreed that when Mr. O does his regular thing, we were going to reply with, ‘Guy, we care not’.

I was excited by the idea and because of that; I sat in the front of the class. Mr. O walked in few minutes later. We all got up and greeted him. He told us to sit and the class began. He started off by going through the previous topic. As he talked, I just sat on the lab stool, waiting for him to manifest. I didn’t have to wait long. I can’t really remember the topic he was teaching that day, so let’s assume he was talking about Hydrocarbons. I was so attentive. The thought of saying, ‘guy, we care not’ felt epic.

Finally, (Assume) Mr. O said, ’Benzene is an aromatic hydrocar……. ’. As he said that and waited for our response, I shouted ‘guy, we care not’. As I was saying it, I noticed that it was only my voice I was hearing. Apparently, the other boy’s slyed me. I was the only one that had shouted.  I’m not going to tell you what followed. Use your imagination to finish the story.

After that day, I ditched my ‘funny’ struggle. I’ve finally mastered the concept of true ‘funniness’. Not mastered per se, but I have an adept knowledge of going about it.

My simple point is that ‘funny’ and ’stupid’ differ. Using one to replace the other works at times, but the older you get, the more you get to understand that both are actually extremely different. It gets to a particular age when one starts to be seen as immature because of the silly misinterpretation. Moral Lesson Boys will sly you.  Anyway, that’s all for today.  I’ve tried small. Later people and follow @SeyiSoneye.

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