I was doing a fairly good job of not falling asleep in my calculus class, I really was, but hell it’s my early morning class, and it was inevitable that I was going to zone out. And so I did. Zone out that is, when my teacher started drawing a 3D graph on the board. At eight-o’clock in the morning your brain starts making this really bizarre correlations between calculus and life philosophy, and I began to think–
Well, let me quickly (and therefore horribly) explain 3D graphs: you have 3 axis lines instead of two, and you can draw three-dimensional shapes in space, but it’s easier than it sounds because most of the time what you’re basically doing is connecting several 2D graphs together.
So as my teacher was doing this, I thought to myself: you know what, Chaz? A big problem with people today is that they only see others in one or two dimensions, at most. You might see someone as just a rather predictable straight line, or maybe you give them a little credit and they’re sort of a hey-crazy parabola. But you’re wrong, you’re WRONG, buddy, because they are one fully tripped-out hyperboloid.
What I mean to say is, they’re not just some sides or facets of a person that can’t see, there’s entire dimensions. There’s these depths of being, or heights even, that they have to endure or enjoy, and from the angle that you look at them you can’t even see it.
You turd.