warning: do not like me.
after i've written the long and well-prepare reintroduction (see previous post), i will now jot down the reasons why i can very much be the least likeable person in the universe.
i play the role of one of the country's stereotype bitches.
{filipina bitch - girls who could make a living out of complaining about every little inconvenience, like a security guard who does his job very well of checking every pocket in our bags (bah! as if they exist.), and eyeing anyone who passes them by, judging the person head to toe from hairstyle, fashion-sense, toenails, and manner of walking. mostly found in the nearast mall appreciating "socialite" status by proclaiming self 'in' with a grande chocolate frappe or in my case tall hot cafe mocha. lugging boys around as a symbol one's being "attractive". buying numerous teen magazines. spending on fake coach bags and fake coco channel shades. uses english (with an accent, none the less. obviously untraines or naturally spoken, it doesn't matter. the saleslady knows nothing much.) to make salesladies feel, what's the term, inferior and gain "respect" from them. get the picture? bitch, i tell you.}
im not very good at it, though. i cant find the perfect fake coach bag so i end up occasionally stealing my mom's real one when i go out. i dont buy too much magazines anymore, since i end up being more maluho with each mag. if i am or am not a genuine bitch, you decide.
as ive warned most people in other previous posts, i am C-O-M-P-L-I-C-A-T-E-D. i very much am. im in the pinnacle of being complicated. i am, without further exageration, the principal of all complicated people existing. this might be a product of my inability to learn who i really am. this is surely a product of my inability to decide what i really want. there you have it, indecisive. im one of the people who possibly cant face the consequences of their actions or even the permanent suspense of my risklessness. back to my being complicated. and my mind is a complete mess. so are my emotions. which makes me unstable emotionally and mentally (that sounds so sad, doesn't it? mentally unstable me.)
and i cant stand being reprimanded. ever. whenever anyone does, be it my parents, friends, teachers, boyfriend, or erderly strangers, i would either dash out as fast as i could away and not hear a single word more or i begin to hold a grudge which will stay inside my system for as long as me and the reprimander shall live. maybe because i believe im perfect. im secure of myself. too secure. sometimes, overflows with immature confidence that i make a fool of myself and just "laugh" along with the crowd.
im also, very self-conscious. i need to always be pretty when i go out of the house. otherwise, i'll be in such a bad mood that nothing goes right anymore. i spend so much on makeup and clothes and books and everything. maybe it always comes with being a girl. vanity.
though self-conscious, i am very undemure. i have no finness whatsoever. sometimes i act too rough i turn of all the guys off. action before contemplation. dancing too much, or joking around inhesitantly. oh, and no tact at all. very much no tact at all. everyone knows that. and everyone hates me for that. my mom, teacher, friends, boyfriend, elderly strangers... they all fucking reprimand me for that and remind me to keep my mouth shut if i have nothing good to say anyway, which is so often, but i just cant keep my mouth shut.
and i do nag. i just can go on and on and on and on and on... exactly like what im doing now. which is why sometimes, i think, that maybe the exact reason for my passion of writing. i've got so much to say and not enough acquaintances to bare my every complaint and rantings.
and i can be very mean. especially with my sister. very insensitive and rude and annoying. im sorry for that, i very much am. but i cant help it. i got so used to being mean to her.
and i have a very short temperament. i could just go off in a single moment and explode. and when i do, boy am i foolish! another one of the times when i often make a fool of myself.
im an oc. i want everything to be clean and perfect. if it isn't, i dont want to have anything to do with it anymore.
and i hurt people so easily. virgos have this certain characteristics that we think we are so innocent, that we always are guilt free. we're insensitive and plain stupid. and when those two ever-so-wonderful traits are put together, you often end up hurting people unintentionally. so dont like me at all, everyone. you might just get awfully hurt.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
