…why do I give valuable time to people who I’d much rather kick in the eye — goes one of my fav’rite line from the genius himself – Morissey Smith.
Tell me people you really hate and I’ll give you a showcase of mine. I knowwww….nobody’s perfect, well… just for the fun of it…makes us aware of how people look at us. I started this list, and I intend to update it every now and then, well, sometimes different types may resemble each other or overlaps, but, hey they belong to the same tupperware party people …. (you may want to include yours too in the list… even if, you’re on the list).
1) The Self-absorbed type who would always want to tell stories about himself/herself and when you are just about to start talking. He/She would pretend to be listening when in fact (could I just use one pronoun instead of writing both he /she, I would use he, it’s shorter) he’s been trying to construct another story and ready to blurt out another blow dimming your own story on the background if not totally tossing it out of the conversation.
Easy to spot them, he or she is that narcist fella who would always pose consciously and conscientiously at anything shiny that would cast his image on – a mirror, a car window, the façade of a mall, a spoon, even the metal backing of a mobile phone. Why do they invented anything more lucid than a shadow.
Arrrgh! I couldn’t stand those people who would always look at themselves eternally on the mirror with words such as “am gaining weight” when in fact they juz want to tell you that you are bloody huge. Self-deifying with so much concern about their bodies – like there’s nothing wrong with their faces!
2) The indirectly self-professing type who would always device stories to brag about his/her accomplishments. I’ve met one who would always tell me stories like –
“hey I was lucky enough to land on this job among a thousand others who’ve been praying to land on the job and who graduated from such and such ivy league universities… and blah..blah…blah”.
And…. “you know, I am really blessed this year cuz I’ll be getting a promotion and I will be the first ______ (insert nationality, or race, or gender) who would land on such lofty position in the company”. And… “I hate other people whom I think are befriending me juz cuz they know I have this ______ (insert amount) income”.
And….. “I thank God for giving me these blessings that other people aren’t lucky enough to have.. and blah…blah…blah…” CRRRRRAP!
Shite! I truly, rightly, sincerely, greatly, enormously hate that!!! I wanted to hit his nose with a huge pan if only I am holding one. For god-sake, you could always juz pray and thank god silently, you don’t have to tell me that you are thanking god cuz I could hear you and God could hear you screaming that if He ever have an eardrum he might be needing a visit to an EENT. You don’t need a third party to partake your “humble” gratefulness.
3) The Cool-pretentious-type who don’t want to show off his/her real emotions and personality afraid to generate negative comments or treatment from friends. This is the type who stays cool, like – “I don’t really get serious with stuff like relationships, juz playing with them cuz you know….and blah…blah…blah…” CRAP!
B’cuz fact of the matter is…. they are contemplating on a suicide when his/her partner left him/her for another. But you won’t see that in them anyways. I call them implosives as oppose to other people who are explosives – these are the ones who could always express themselves openly no matter how much ridicule they expect to endure. Implosives are dangerous, move back once the time bomb starts to tick, their blasts would blow you away.
I remember this one time I was on a metro train heading for home, actually a friend’s home where I was staying during one of my vacations. I was sitting near the sliding doors of the train and there were these young asians (2 guys and 2 gals) standing beside the metal bar juz fronting the door. They were talking among them but I could hear fractions of what they’re saying. I collect that they were making comparisons between them and the locals. One of them said (in their local language, happens to be mine too)…. “they (the locals) look good only because they’re whites, but actually they dress lousy. We dress better than them. They don’t really know how to put-on”… and I heard the other guy said… “oh yeah, and they don’t get in the shower much and they don’t look as smart as us, and…etc…etc…”. Absurd! There’s a part of my brain smiling silently with those comments. Anyways…
4) There goes my next hated people – The feeling-best-of-the-bunch type. If you care to know – they were talking about those people from (one of) the fashion capital of the world! Hellawww! Good thing they got off at the next station, as my ears were starting to bleed. If only the locals would understand their trash talks, I bet they would end up lashed out onto the train tracks. I bet they have not realized how many people from the slums back home who can’t even buy a pair of neat jeans and shirts, much more those chic and trendy get ups which are conventional around that place? Nerve-wracking! Ask me what they’re sporting? …. The poverty’s luxury brand (I won’t mention the brand names but here’s a hint) starts with the letter G and ends with O, and the other is a 3-word brand that starts with U and the third word ends with the letter N…go figure! …and pairs of factory overrun jeans that was hollowed out of the huge pile of ukay-ukay somewhere in Pasay or Binondo. To be honest, I also have some of those (not the ukay-ukay though), but ain’t the type who does judgment ending up with “me” or my people as the greater ones. I know where I came from or where I stand. Pays to be modest at most times.
So…. A tuperware party for people like yoooooooooooo. Update soon…
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