If only I had humility!

Now since you know I'm a very liberated & slightly spoiled blogger, I've never liked pretension and have done my best to avoid pretentious people and sometimes I even kill them with my venomous words. They're so repulsive. However, due to events outside my control, I'm often required to play along. Though, people who know me will be more than sure that I annihilate and obliterate them left, right and center.
One of the obligations I most detest is being sober with the big-mouthed, pompous and gibberish talkers women/men.

As a child of the internet & text generation, I'd most prefer to chat with these people online since they give you time to steer clear of them, play at them and you don't get ambushed as easily as you do when on the phone/in-person and someone surprises you before you've had a chance to act.

Another thorny deal is to smile at the big-mouthed person’s gibberish talks. Now I know this isn't kosher to admit, but I'm admitting it anyway. I sleep through whatever they say or speak or bull crap or whatever. If you ask me about the conversation I had with that woman in my organization who often tells me how she had splurged on petty stuffs and how she had accidently poured a lot of Hermes’ at a party or she sported a Calvin Klein shoe at work. Bah… I don’t remember and I told her to keep her gap shut because she was not letting me work…huh

So, I introspected and tried to shed that attitude. I thought I would have lesser notes to screw around and be indifferent—all in vain. Flying cachets to whoever said, “Old habits die hard”.  

Recently I had another test when I ran into an old colleague & he suggested lunch together. He talked to me about his new Merc. He said holidaying at Singapore is such a passé and waste of money. I glared at him, controlled my wrath…. calmed myself for inner peace… Gosh I thought I will lose it again. I gave up, told him I gotta go. He told me to call. Have I called him back? Guesses?

This person obviously doesn't know I have ousted myself from the painful ordeal of his jazz and exempted him from my bitch-hood! Otherwise he would have been mortified.

 

Because I know that a sassy, weird-humored and cavort like me is hard to please. You can try doing that by keeping the ugly gap shut, if you have to flaunt. To sum up, please accept my heartfelt apology for not listening to your NOT amusing, informative and insightful prose and attempting to kill my precious time. I would be very appreciative if you hold me blameless for being a harmless lurker.

You are not free to tiptoe on because I can see your tracks.