Showing posts with label Rants & Pet Peeves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants & Pet Peeves. Show all posts

When You Need to Stoop Down

I don't air grievances on Facebook.

Okay, I did it once. But only to defend myself from cyber attacks of people who were once significant to me. And that was it. I believe in taking the high road and not stooping down their level. I can bite my tongue and just let it slide even if there are already a hundred reasons to take out that inner bitch inside me.

People suck. That's a fact. I have high tolerance for rudeness, stupidity, jerks, assholes, hypocrites, and bullshit. I think I deserve a medal or a merit for this. But all I get is more assholes pushing me to the limits until bam! I just found myself mudslinging.

And you're reading one of my moments.

I have said words that hurt. Words that have long been kept on my mind. I wanted to take out all my trump cards and lay them down like I was going to win a poker game just because I wanted to see them go down. I wanted it to sting. I wanted them to hurt badly. I wanted them to feel what they made me feel. I fired bullets to the already wounded.

And I know I shouldn't have.

The counterattack didn't help. I wasn't able to get my point across. The shots fired did not make me feel good either. I took the low road to victory because I wanted the people to know that I was right and they were wrong. But I realized everybody's a loser there. And I see why it's called a low road. It is murky and shitty down there. And it's hard to get all the goo off your body after sinking deep in that shit. It's like all the values you hold have been stripped off and voided. What difference was I to them then?

No matter, I am still glad I took that road. It made me feel what it's like to be there, what it's like to be them. And bruce-almighty-forbid I become like them.

I do not want to be like them.

So the next time they throw mud at me and I have the urge to stoop down their level, this should remind me how shitty it is to be back there. That shit isn't worth it.

So for everyone who feels the need to retaliate, take the low road, and stoop down... Stop. You are better than that. BE CLASSY. It's the best payback to knock them down... and effortlessly at that! :)

I Can Has Cheezburger?

At this point, people have already realized that on the internet:

1. Everyone has an opinion.

2. Everybody is smart.

3. Nobody knows you're a dog.

Yes, these are the dark times.

I used to be such a stickler for correct grammar, punctuation, spelling, and all that jazz. But then, 16 years of exposure to the internet since the mIRC days, I have learned to tolerate grammatical errors knowing:

1. The English language is constantly evolving.

2. My grammar can be all over the place. And I've been corrected too many times already. Teeeheee. :D

3. I just don't fucking care anymore.

Perhaps throughout those16 years, more than half of it were spent on the internet alone. If I wasn't busy making my life look good online, I'd catch myself in between arguments with flamers and trolls trying to make a point from something that's already pointless. The internet has become so vast and powerful that it's no surprise how it can actually stir up emotions. No matter how tough I can be, a little snide comment about me from an anonymous sender can sting.

It was only when I got a little older that I learned how to brush off personal attacks. But I have got to admit, there were those times when the urge to retaliate is too strong, all because of one thing: poor grammar and spelling. And it breaks my heart when I had to read two or three times to figure out what the writer (or my attacker for that matter) means because I had to dumb myself down to understand it.

Ang sarap patulan. But seeing that he/she cannot even tell the difference between your and you're, wag na lang. This is why I oftentimes reject an argument. Life is too short to go to a war-zone over razor-sharp comments against someone who thinks highly of himself but cannot even remember a simple high school English lesson. I completely understand a few grammar slip ups or misspelled words, but I will never be cool with constant grammar mistakes combined with an opinion that shames other people. Criiiiinge! Not worth my time.

I know I might be raising an eyebrow right now. And I may seem a little tough to those whose first language isn't English. I want to make it clear that I'm no Grammar Nazi and I have nothing against those who try to communicate properly. But for someone who likes to bomb others with ad hominem attacks, at least, do it properly and I just might give you a good argument. Or just shut the hell up if you can't. It doesn't take a lot to know the difference between "Your shit" and "You're shit." Unless you are the idiot you were referring to when you said, "Your a idiot."

Kung mangaaway ka na nga lang, please lang, umasta nang naaayon sa talino.

This rant just made me hungry. 

What's the Score Behind the Wheel?

Just a few days ago while Jan and I were walking along a quiet street on my way to my interview at past midnight, we were startled when a driver of a Toyota Fortuner honked his horn at us. I looked around and saw no one, except for the cars parked alongside the road. We were walking on the side too or maybe a little further from the side, but still there's enough space for two cars to pass without hitting anyone walking by. So I'm not really sure if that's the reason for the honking. I gave Jan a puzzled look and continued to walk. After a few meters, the car was still behind us running at a very slow speed. I am well aware of the city ordinance's 30kph speed limit. But if it's running at the same pace as ours, it wouldn't take long to smell something suspiscious. We were cautious. So we slowed down and the car slowed down. We stopped and the car stopped. We continued to walk and the car continued behind.

The Art of Apathy: Will I Ever Learn It?

How I wish I can.

Just when you feel that everything around is trying to crush your spirit and put you down, you will realize that people who suck the life out of you actually exist. Sometimes it makes me wonder how people can actually take advantage of your kindness just to get what they want and feel no remorse about it.

But then if you have to think about it real hard, such people are, unfortunately, part of your learning and growing up. They allow you to see the nuances of human personalities and it helps you screen people out of your life.

Screening people, however, can be a painful process. Because vulnerability is an essential part of this. You have to be vulnerable to people and allow them to throw whatever they can throw at you if you wish to see the ones who are worth keeping.

Being vulnerable puts you in situations you wish you will never be. And right now, I am in a vulnerable state - sandwiched between doing the right thing and doing the good thing. They're almost the same but have drastically different end results. There's a very subtle line between the two and how I wish I didn't have to learn to see it the hard way. It's hard to keep everything in perfect balance. It's like finding yourself one leg on air, the other on a tightrope.

This is the point when I feel that my choices are not reasonable enough that I have allowed people to dictate my life. I just want to see to it that everybody is happy with my decisions even if it means a part of me gets crushed. But going back to what I said earlier, that's when the picture of people taking advantage of your kindness (or weakness) comes in. They tend to abuse it and they feel they can do anything as they please. And I cannot deny that I am foolish enough to know this but still allow them to do it.

I hate it when I get trapped in situations like this and I know there's no one to blame but me. I feel consumed by pain and regret. Why do they always have to come together? It felt like a stake being driven straight to my heart. I would have easily dodged it, if I chose to. But I guess, I have just let myself be vulnerable this time. What I didn't anticipate is the fatality of the blow that I found myself bathing in my own blood. A mistake I can never undo.

I will just think of this as part of my existence. Whatever I am going through can make me bolder. I am glad I am still holding up. And I am glad that despite how much I abhor the flip side of the society, there are people who are there to catch you before you trip hard and fall onto the ground. There are people who know you and remind who you really are. There are people who will never leave your side and listen to you whine, no matter how shallow or deep the issue is. And I think that's what fuels me in this journey.

I know a lot of you are wondering what the hell I am talking about. Shit just happened and I just wanted to let it all out. So if my thoughts came out confusing, pardon me if I wasted your time for this. But anyway, right now I pray for more patience. Because I just might beat someone to death if I ask for more strength. Haha. Kidding.

I hate Facebook but...

I still use it anyway.

I'll be honest with you. Facebook, or the people using Facebook can be annoying as hell. However, no Facebook posts are more annoying than a person who complains about how annoying Facebook is. Just like this one. So yeah, I'm gonna annoy you with things about Facebook that annoy me so much that I have to waste precious time blogging about it. Here goes...

1. Check-ins. Do we really need to know where you are and what you are doing every effin' minute of your life? Unless you're in some grand tourist landmark like the Eiffel Tower, because I believe that is worth sharing, then you are excused. And yes, you can actually go to the gym without posting about it on Facebook.

2. Attention whores a.k.a people taking selfies of the same face from different angles trying to fish for compliments. Worse, those pretending-to-be-asleep kind of selfies. Seriously?

3. Nudity. I'm in no position nor am I a goody-two-shoes to abhor such thing. But in Facebook, really? There are other places for that. You want links? I'll gladly email them to you.

4. Graphic photos and videos. Not everyone can tolerate stomach-churning images as much as you do. Be sensitive with what you share.

5. Chain messages. I can't believe people who share such bs still exist. I thought they were gone for good the time I lost my eudoramail. Geez.

6. Endless rants and fights that surprisingly have the ability to pull down your vibrant mood too. This.