Shallow End of the Gene Pool

I am once again at a loss for words. I am once again surprised by the amount of people that lack any amount of depth in their lives. There really are people out there without a deep end. There really are people out there that are one dimensional, missing those other layers. I would like to think that if my life was defined by one solitary thing, that thing would be more meaningful than boys, or my hair. The minute amount of patience I have been given does not extend to the continued listening of the absurd and insignificant products of such shallow minds.