Pete Wentz is disgusted and sad because of the man in front of him’s beard. He’s disgusted? Because personally he thinks beards are gross and he kind of looks like a douche, but sad because as he is looking at that bodacious beard, he remembers his own beard. A beard that is always fairly clean-shaven, some say because he prefers it that way, but in reality he can only grow a patchy unattractive beard. The beard causes him to fill with jealous and envious thoughts as he remembers the years of emotional abuse his father had dealt to him the first time he saw his beard. Pete is disgusted, but deep down, every waking bone in his body is engulfed in a cloud of darkness and envy.
One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly.