Back in high school, there was, as is likely often the case with high schoolers, a phase of everyone telling each other that “‘gullible’ is written on the ceiling.”
In the middle of that phase of adolescence, I was hanging out one day with a couple or few friends, just outside the school theatre.
Outside the entry doors to the theatre, the building’s roof continues to the sides, creating a large concrete-based overhang/roof over the walkway immediately surrounding the theatre.
We were hanging out in this area, stage left of the entry doors.
Being my usual self, I was browsing my surroundings, including the ceiling above me.
Curiosity struck me, when I came across something unique.
“What does ‘gullible’ mean?” I asked those with me.
They paused to look at me and scoff, or something of the sort.
Having received no useful answer, I explained the reason for my question.
Pointing at the ceiling, I told them, “It’s written up there, on the ceiling.”
The irony of the event and my statement finally struck me, when I learned the definition of the word later on, but I was met with little interest in looking to where I was pointing at the time – no one trusted or believed me.
I eventually – not sure if it was almost immediately or weeks or months later – started telling people about this incident, always chuckling at the whole affair, and was usually met with disbelief and distrust – only on occasion did someone believe me and share in the hilarity of the story and situation with me.
I worked usually in vain to explain how someone could go find the very word himself or herself, always wondering if it even was still there.
Today, more than a decade later, I went back to that same area, and dropped my head back to scan the ceiling…
Over to the side, just as I remembered it, in its pencil-lead-looking ink and terrible handwriting that was likely snuck up there in a huge hurry while teachers were out of sight, was this:
(And a slightly zoomed-in version:)
Snazzy, huh? ;P