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Wired for idiocy


"Are guys automatically wired to be stupid? Or do somewhere after 8 do they suddenly turn so?"
When your little they pull your hair or stick gum in it... but that's as far as they can hurt you. As girls (of course before men do) we realize that cooties don't really exist and all of a sudden that extra attention isn't that bothersome.
Crushes were innocent then. He'd sit across from you, give you his pencil after accidentally breaking yours. Share his pudding during lunch. Bring you a dandelion during recess. Let you cut in front of him while in line. *Sigh* those days had potential. But somewhere along the line they lose their innocence and their tactful ways. They forget what hearts are for.
"Are guys automatically wired to be stupid?" My friend asks again. "Yes" I said.
"I always dreamed love would be effortless" she said. At the sound of those words everyone began to laugh. Because with time you learn it isn't. And that having to get gum out of your hair was easier then mending a broken heart.
But we all sat there listening to her complain about how dumb he was. And I nodded in agreement. Because that's what you do when a guy does your friend wrong. You don't question it or over analyze it; you just reassure them that they are right.

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