Showing posts with label rolling eyes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rolling eyes. Show all posts

Monday, 5 November 2012

Why you gotta be so mean?

Today i wore this yellow top to the University. It is one of my favourite autumn tops, and the best part about it is that it is long, it has a hood, and it is not gloomy. It is yellowish-orangish kinda colour so it is fresh. Not too bright. But just the right amount of freshness one needs in the Autumn Season.
 
While i was on my way to the university, i saw a group of three girls in their late teens on the subway. Now, being mean teenagers that they were, one of them uttered “Yellow! Yellow! Dirty Fellow!”

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I had my earphones on as i was listening to music so even though i heard what she said, i completely ignored. Though in my mind I cursed that teen b**** and displayed my middle finger a million times. But yes, all of this in my mind. I did not make it obvious to her that i had heard what she had said. She kept chatting with her friends. And every now and then, the girls kept looking at me. As if juding my style and sense of dressing.
 
I watched those girls for a while. Two of them were fat, and the other seemed like one of those teen-mean-queens. I’m not among the people who judge other people on the basis of some physical trait. I would always judge a person on the basis of their behaviour and their intentions. So i studied them for a while. And i told myself that the reason why people are mean to other people in the most extreme or in the slightest way is because they are not happy with themselves; or they think that either their bodies, or their spouses/boyfriends/girlfriends/ or their jobs have disappointed them. So being mean is a way to vent out your disappointment and anger.
 
Every time girls are mean to me about the way i look or the way i dress, i believe that it is because they are not happy with themselves. They are sad souls putting on a plastic lipgloss smile, trying to find love in their not-into-them-boyfriends. Or they do not have any love in their lives, or they are worried that they are incapable for a job, or they do not have true friends.
 
So according to them, i might be a tacky dresser, but in my opinion, they are among the unhappy people in the world. God bless them.

Friday, 21 September 2012

A Teeth-Freak!

Lately I’ve realized that when people are talking to me, I have a tendency to look at their teeth. I look at what shape their teeth are, if they are crooked or have gaps between them, if their teeth are white or stained, and mostly how their teeth move when they speak. It’s quite interesting. But let me tell you, this is completely intuitive. I realize I’m staring at people’s teeth only after I’ve taken a good look at them. My eyes keep oscillating between people’s teeth and their eyes. Well, looking at people’s eyes is the best place to look at while they are talking to you, right?
 
But I wonder if they notice when I look at their teeth instead of their eyes. Who am I kidding? Of course, they do. Who wouldn’t?
 
Oh, that reminds me. There is this sex-freak in my post-grad class who, if he talks to you and if you happened to be a girl, would never look into your eyes. He would be busy aiming at your chest. He does that to female classmates and female teachers alike. Young and old female teachers alike. It’s really annoying. It’s completely disrespectful.
 
I really believe being a teeth-freak is far better than a sex-freak.