Green Eggs in Your Pants

9/4/11
9:25 pm

I am back after another break. Not so inspired at all, instead feeling pretty melancholy. Although I'd rather die right now and wake up when the world gets better than write, I'm going to write. Why? Obviously because my first option would be impossible because the world isn't going to get better. Might as well die now, but maybe some other time. Right now, I shall write while munching on Reese's cups. Yes, product placement on my blog. Suck my chocolate peanut butter treats, bitches.

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A couple of days ago, someone told me a little something about the people in my school. He said two things. The first, unimportant, but the second did catch my attention. He said that the students in the higher batches thought of me as... hmm... how do I put this? Arrogant, maybe? Well, I was described in a Filipino word, but this isn't a Filipino blog. But just to make things clear, I'll put the word anyways. He said that the guys from the higher batches think of me as "maangas". I tried google translate, and it translated to 'arrogant', but it didn't really seem right.

I'm not saying though that I believe in what he said. I'm not saying that these guys really do say these things, although it's very likely. Despite the probability though, I do not consider it a fact, only a statement. So why talk about it tonight? Simple. I've already experienced being talked by other people in an ill manner, the people who don't even know me personally.

This guy who told me about it a couple of days ago... let's call him, Dick, for no apparent reason at all. Anyways, Dick told me that they probably hated me because they were jealous of me. Strange, right? What would anyone ever be jealous of me for? Is it my height? I can only imagine it to be my height. I mean, I'm a fucking light post. He did mention that it was probably because of the first thing he said. Remember, he told me two things. I brushed it off, though. I mean, it was just pretty hard to believe.

Before, though, I was hated. Guys hated or maybe just disliked me because of jealousy. They weren't jealous though because of anything about me. I'm not pretty, I'm not cool, I wasn't popular, and I'm not talented. They weren't jealous of something I was. They were jealous of someone I had. Someone I still have. Bitches be hatin' coz I got my princess. It's pathetic, really. To hate someone because of something you're not or something or someone you don't have.

I'm not a jealous person. I find it hard to be jealous of anybody, not because I think of everyone as inferior to myself, but because I just really am not into that much material belongings, and right now, it's material belongings that breed jealousy mostly. But okay, let's say it's nothing material.
Let's say it's appearances. Let's say a certain group of people hate a certain someone because that certain someone is found attractive and good-looking by another group of people. Is that any reason to hate? Is that any reason to be envious? Surely, it's not. I mean, why do most guys hate Justin Bieber? It's not because he makes shitty music, and it's not because of his premature voice. It's because the bitches fall for him. I mean, in my opinion Rihanna makes shitty music (the shittiest probably) but she doesn't have a huge mob of female haters. Why? Because she doesn't have a huge fanbase of infatuated men.

Let's say you hate someone you're in a love triangle with. And yes, I know what a love triangle is. I've grown up with mushy girls, girl magazines, soap operas and TV shows with female leads that care for nothing but boys, so I know what a love triangle is. But then, who the flip doesn't know what that is? Back to the point though:
Let's say you hate someone who is loved by someone you love. Then let me tell you what, you are wasting your time. Let's say this guy, Alice, is in a relationship with this girl, Bob, (ironic, I know) and you, a guy named, Mohammed, are in love with Bob. You would hate Alice. You would try and sweet talk Bob because you are a pathetic lowlife. Well then, why not just take a step back and go fuck yourself?
I've said this so many times before and I'll say this again: KEEP YOUR NOSES OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ASSES.

And let's say you're jealous of a material belonging someone may have, or just simply something you don't have. Then, well, I can't help you. Go to Facebook and complain about it.

Don't hate people who don't bother you. And if they do bother you, don't let them get to you. Hate is a curse, a disease that makes you see the whole world as a sick plague. Trust me, I know this shit. Let me tell you now that if you waste your time hating someone who doesn't even know you, who doesn't even care for you, then you're wasting your time. Why not take a chill pill and go make yourself a glass of Kool-Aid?
If someone doesn't bother you, then don't care for them, you pathetic worms. But then you could always hate me. I'm fine with people hating me and cursing me and despising me and loathing me. Hate me or love me, I'm still that big of a deal to you for you to waste your time thinking about me... and my nunchucks skills. But once you start getting into my business, then shit gets gets real.

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That's it. It's late. I could've slept early tonight,
but I didn't.
Adieu.