Friday, November 6, 2009
It's All About Me
Are you wondering at this title?
So am I.
I am amazed how some people can ingeniously turn everything to point at them.
"Why didn't you reply me? Did I scare you?"
"Erm, no...I've been really depressed. Sorry."
"Sorry to hear that. Oh tell you, my life..."
"Geroff, minion!" (Which of course I don't say)
"Alright, I know that sucks. I gtg."
*this is just one classic example, you can probably think of two million ways the minion can harrass with his life story. Or stories. Whatever.
OKAY PEOPLE STOP READING. COME BACK ON DECEMBER. THANK YOU. LOVE(sorry i don't understand the true meaning of it LIKE YOU ALL.
It's just like a dream.Or nightmare if you have it.
I am an expert.
It's exactly like walking out of a cubicle after bawling like a crazy person and someone outside asks if you've heard that madperson wailing.
"Nope. Person's prob still inside.Poor kid."
My eyes totally turn white after 10secs, I swear. Apart from my nose, which looks almost artifically lifted(which is weird cos it looks sharper), and red at the tips, I look normal. Weehoo! Welcome to my world. There was this time I couldn't freaking cry cos I cried too much before. Now, after I could cry, I am now weeping my eyes out at no apparent sign of grief or distress. I don't feel anything yet tears keep coming down. It's freaking me out, I tell ya. I prob should go easy on the water now.
Like how you always cry in too many public scenes. After a while, you get kinda good at it and people don't know it anymore.
I might start sobbing on my paper in the exams. I guess my only excuse is that I'm making the paper soggy to go recycle it later.
YES I THINK I'M SELF-ABSORBED.
At least I'm man enough to admit it. Which is saying sth, buddy.
Why I say these here. Because I know the people (all guys huh,*rolls eyes) read this. Or if I'm flattering myself too much then at least they'll feel the karmic wrath somewhere on the worldwideweb.
BUT I DON'T FEEL A THING.
It's really empty! I'm freaking out! Where am I! Oh look, I'm turning into one of those weirdass emos! Look at me!
Damn.
Apparently "suffering is caused unmindful speech and inability to listen to others".
-some buddhist book
I can fuckin safely say I fall only into the former.
And I vouch for the validity of the latter. You know why? When you tell others things, they pretend they know it all already (I'm so experienced, I've seen the world yknow.Whatever you know is written on my left buttock) then assume certain shit which is so grossly misinterpreted and all the pain of that is shoved up your ass or slammed in your face. Then you're like ouch, and the dude totally rambles on and on and on...(you get the drift) and you're left trying to recover enough composure to pretend it has not happened but totally wondering why you're hurting so much.
They don't listen, geddit. Oh I get it, you're prob not even listening. Forget it.
You know what they say, into one ear...
But I feel kinda sorry now.
I accused someone not too long ago for not caring about me when I was sick.
But he did. Claims some people care from afar.
Well it was certainly pretty damned far.
About as far as HZ.
And I did the same thing to someone close now.
I deserve to be shot.
Actually I want to be.Labels: she knew he didn't care but then neither did she.
loved on 12:30 AM
