Oh, the cleverness of me.

Occasionally I am boggled (try saying that word out loud, it’s slightly enjoyable) by how clever I am. And I’m not being cocky (or confident), just completely honest. Promise. See, I just crossed my heart. What is even more shocking is how my king-of-witty-comments-and-one-liners fiancé, Bobby, thinks I’m clever as well (only once in a while, but boy are those moments good). Yesterday was one of those days, it seemed as though everyone around me was making mesmerizing-the-crowd comments. Even grams made the à la mode remark that if I would only “mash up my potatoes and put more gravy on them, they would be kinda awesome”. Thanks for the tip grams.  Most of the time I am an observer, or a zoner—depending on what angle you are looking at my face. Of course, you might possibly see a smirk gliding across my face from the funny things my brain would like me to say.

Anyhow, later on I found myself inhaling—not literally—some mouth-watering Japanese food at the mall with my Bobby. Now imagine, what is the one thing that could totally ruin this awkwardly romantic trio moment with my fiancée, my Japanese food, and me? You guessed it, Justin Beiber. One moment I was thoroughly enjoying my trio, and the next Beiber blazes onto the speakers and the television screen in front of me, my gag reflexes did their duty. Okay, okay! I did not actually up-chuck, but it was a close one. Appetite gone, I glared a flaming hole through his not-so-flawless face.

Then it dawned on me. He is a clone, a copy-cat, a fake—well the fake part was already obvious. I turned to Bobby, “You know. He’s the Aaron Carter of this generation.” Now I have to say a few things to explain this brilliant comment. 1. I thought Aaron Carter was a disgusting fake just as much as Beiber, 2. This comment, however brilliant, is true, which leads to 3. It is extremely disheartening that Beiber is bewitching so many of our youth when he is not original, in any way, and his music is not real music. You might be thinking how horrible of a person I am for coming out with that bold statement. However, I will not change my mind.

Moving back to my cleverness, wow! Really, I think that comment was on the same awesomeness level as grams. Until that night. Bobby recounted the story and introduced it to some friends (thank you, thank you very much) by saying “You know, she had an awesome observation earlier.” Did you hear that, I’m intriguing! Which definitely bumped up that comment past the level grams was on. Sorry grams—you fought a good fight but in the end it wasn’t good, or clever enough. Oh, the cleverness of me.

Side note: I am not very clever; it was a golden moment for me, so I had to share it.