Be Yourself!

Don’t you just hate when other people tell you who you are? You’re in a local coffee shop, alone,  minding your own goddamn business of reading the latest novel and the last thing you’d want to hear from the ladies adjacent to you is that you’re a snobby spoiled brat who tries to look smart despite the superficial reputation.

            Sometimes I just want to say, “Fuck, do I look that stupid to you?” The clothes I wear do not define me, nor how do I look, talk or walk. I just couldn’t help but snicker in silence how they with the greatest irony, stereotyped me and degraded themselves as people who sit at posh cafes only to pass their time pointing flaws of other people just so they could make themselves feel better.

            In real life, I actually don’t mind people saying inappropriate even mundane things about me. What ticks me off is how other people I’m with turn into the monsters who stereotype everyone they see. Its frustrating to have friends, the type of people I’d likely to disagree with.

            I cannot change them. To hope that I be able to change their ways, sometimes makes me realize that it’s a futile attempt and a complete waste of time. There are some who are receptive to the critic of other people, who views things with an open mind before dissing the one speaking to them, and who listens first, comprehends and then speaks up.

             This is a disturbing entry for me. At one point I want to say a comeback such as, “You win, excuse me for not wanting to argue with stubborn people.” Or a less polite way, “I don’t argue with stubborn and stupid people.” I feel so harsh, because I’m nice or I think how other people perceive me as nice.

I just feel that as a truly free person, I must liberate myself from the expectations of others, especially those that get in the way of personal growth and expression. –Jimm paredes, Hanging on to the Child in Us

And a little bit from memory lane: 

             “I just know that your essay totally rocks,” a friend once told me. He added, “.. because you are so good in writing.” In a half smiled query I asked him, “How could you say so? Have you even read any of my piece.” Not wanting to lose in the argument he reasoned, “ No. But I know you do.”

             I find this scene totally absurd because of the prejudice my friend exuded. Forgive me but I think it is uber foolish and illogical to describe someone through other people’s description. Look at what happened to Elizabeth Bennet when Mr Darcy proposed his feelings to her, did she not look like a complete idiot for judging him on people’s account of him and even more of an idiot when she showed much pride in declining his proposal.