fratmen... ten-year-olds stuck in twenty something bodies. arrogant when they're with their brods and yet they have nothing to show for themselves except Greek Letters the very meaning of which they defy.
there was a time when i used to respect frat guys... when they did charitable acts, supported each other in the spirit of brotherhood and did not walk around thinking that their purpose was to bully other people.
when i got home yesterday, i found my nine year old nephew doing his homework. he went up to my room, asking about my teary and infected right eye. when he knew i was okay, he asked me to hang out with him and his brother at their house. i said no, i can't. he couldn't argue because his brother was not with him. it is the exact reaction that i would expect of a little boy... he needed somebody else with him to physically pull me (someone bigger and older) out of bed, tissues in hand. but there was something the little boy had that fratmen don't-- RESPECT for others. he knew i was stressed, tired, older and bigger. he knew that no means no and that i will not be bullied into submission. i never had to pull ranks by stating obvious facts nor raise an eyebrow. he just knew. these fratmen don't.
i used to respect them. but that was before they engaged in little boys' games.
Song of the Day: We Will Rock You (by Queen)
Buddy you're a boy making big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud all on your face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
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