Friday, April 4, 2008

Ugh.............

Warning: hateful post ahead...

Since last year I had the displeasure of being in close approximation with one of the most depressingly negative people I have ever met in my whole..entire..life. Let’s (plz put on ur glasses kuek kuek) call her Mimi.

Though I have known her since form 2, I never truly know her up to this day. Maybe because I find it a chore just to strike a conversation with her. Mimi has this knack of diverting the entire conversation to her favorite topic – Mimi... And any dialogue hereafter will be about “me, me, me”- Topic entitled: ‘What did I do today’, ‘What I feel’, ‘I think he likes me’, I don’t like her/him’.... ~Oh could you please please pay attention to me?~... Gad, it is a torture trying to act attentive when all one want to do is reach out, shake the cookies out of her and tell her that the world do not revolve around her, so can she stop being a whinny pessimist, self-centered emo? It is pathetic to expect us to be all ears all the time to her blow-by-blow account of her sad, sad emotion about previous crush which she still can’t get over with... I mean, it is alright to feel down once in a while, and I am more than willing to lend a ear...but everyday?!? Listening how much you love/hate him? argh!! I could roast both of them alive!!!!!

Being a born talker, I despise people who rudely interrupt conversations and hogging the entire topic until you can’t even breath coz they won’t stop wagging their tongue. Unfortunately, Mimi is an expert in this field. Once she decides to chap in, you could hardly get a word edgewise (and you know how much I hate that). But then again, I don’t mind if she a least bit funny or amusing, at least you can still laugh and feel amused. But as I had stated up there, she will skillfully maneuver the subject to re: Me, myself and I....or else start condemning some poor soul and continue to talk and talk and talk....and talk. Most of the time I had quit the depressing talk out of sheer frustration. Man, how I long to ask her to shaddap and go away to sulk. But being emo, she’ll probably cry her eyes out and you’ll end up feeling like a worm.

Oh, she just makes me so, so mad.

In Mimi’s world, everything goes wrong for her, nothing ever goes right. Everything out there is a conspiracy to make her life even more miserable, including her dad. Personally I don’t like backstabbers, and listening to her criticizing her own father and how the whole family had turned their back to him render me... astounded. For goodness sake, he’s your father!! What kind of sick people forsaking their father just because he had retired and taken up drinking? Have you forgotten all that he had done for you? And isn’t that a sign you shouldn’t you pay more attention to him? Let him feel loved instead? But....I’m being judgmental. I do not know the whole situation, so it is not for me to pass comments. But being brought up thinking highly of dads, I can never get over people who condemn their father who susah-payah brought them up, like Mimi. To me, it’ll simply makes them look....cheap.


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Dear Mimi, I just wish....
I can tell you to stop finding faults, stop judging. Everything happens for a reason, for a purpose. What matters is not how evil your dad, or what people think of you. Instead, what matter most is your demeanor and thoughts towards life. Our greatest enemy is not others, but ourselves. Everything you do, everybody you touched, if you just put in a little more love, a little more cheer, it could lead you to a positive tomorrow... So what if you know who-and-who, or many guys are interested in you but you are not interested? You may become the PM’s wife I still won’t envy you, I will merely....pity you.
This is what I really think about you. How I wish you can read this post of mine.


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