This Is My Piece
First of all, let me enumerate the many things that you have been saying about me (behind my back of course, your so stupid and naïve to think that I don’t know). I know that a lot of you have at one point or another called me a bitch.
Well, let me get this straight. First of all, technically saying that is, a bitch is a female dog. Second, a bitch is a person (usually a woman) who engages in sexual activities with any man. I refuse to say that the bitch is a whore because a whore or a prostitute asks for payment, a bitch does not.
I guess both descriptions do not fit me because in the first place, I am not a female dog. I’m a frog trapped in a human body. Second, you cannot call me a bitch because I have never ever engaged in any kind of sexual activities with anybody or anything for that matter. I can point my finger to those among you who actually fits the description so don’t use the adjective on me.
Now let’s get down to business.
As I’ve said, I want to enumerate the many things you’ve been saying about me. You’ve called me tactless, insensitive, a “wanna-be”, stubborn, unapproachable, arrogant, hard to understand, demanding, etc. The list is so long that I find it hard to memorize. But then, if you want to add something more feel free to do so. I don’t care.
I don’t care. Yes, three words are all I have to tell all of you. I DON’T CARE. I have long ago accepted that I am not a perfect human being as there is no such thing as a perfect human being. But of course if you consider yourself perfect, feel free to continue with your illusions.
I find it amusing, and yes irritating, that the people who are quick to judge me are those who don’t know me at all. Translation: 98% of the people around me. They are people who refuse to know the real me, me beyond the impressions that they are seeing.
But again, I don’t care. I won’t try to be somebody else for your sakes. The hell with it! Somebody is bound to hate you no matter what you do with yourself so why would I even bother? I won’t be a goody-two –shoes for anybody.
You may start cursing me to hell for all I care. You may condemn me as much as you like.
You know what’s the most annoying of it all? That the very things you say about me are the very description that fits you perfectly. I mean, think about it. You call me a bitch and yet who have all those escapades, or sexcapades if you want to call it that. Not me. You call me a “wanna-be” but who anxiously follow the latest fads and everything? Who does all the pretending that they are “emo” or “goth” or whatever just because its in? My fashion style remains the same and it has been like that since I could remember. You call me demanding but who demands that people spend time with you every second of your life, who pouts and sulk when people accidentally forget about them? Not me. I don’t care if you notice me or not, I have a world of my own.
Yes, you also said that I am unapproachable. Well, maybe its because you never tried approaching or you approached at the wrong place and at the wrong time. And arrogant yes. I never considered myself above others because I know that there are a lot of things that I don’t know and can’t do. I never meant to intimidate anyone and if you are intimidated by me then its not my fault anymore.
As for the insensitive, well, just because a person doesn’t react the way you don’t mean that the person doesn’t feel the same way you do. Gets? Just because I don’t cry doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt. Just because I’m not a cry baby like most of you don’t mean that I am made of stone. Just because I give any indication that I am affected doesn’t mean that I am not.
I am tactless and I will not deny that. I don’t think of tact at all when I do something or say something. Believe me, I don’t have any plans or any inclination to use sweet words when I don’t mean it. So, if you don’t want an honest to goodness answer, don’t ask me a question. Or if you want to hear only the good things then don’t come to me for comfort because, Darling, I am the harbinger of doom. If you want an advice but doesn’t want to hear one given from the bottom of the heart and you merely want somebody to agree with what you think is right, then don’t also come to me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am no angel so stop expecting me to be far from flaws. I was spawned between heaven and hell, I guess more on the side of hell, and I have no qualms in having a lot of people hating me. I can still sleep well at night contrary to what you are thinking. I guess it’s you who can’t. As far as I know, nobody can sleep well thinking of the devil.
I was born an antagonist and I think the role fits me well. Know why? It is because if you are the antagonist you don’t need to undergo the painful process of pretending to be good and perfect. Don’t expect me to sprout wings and have a halo anytime soon because you have any idea how good I look like with horns.
I guess I just prefer to let people see who I really am. I prefer them to know me and let them decide if they like me or not. I don’t want to hide in an angel’s mask and a saint’s robe and hide the horn in my head, the little tail that I have and the forks in hands. I prefer to let the people see my real color the moment they see me than shock them years after.
Yes, I don’t mind you criticizing me because I know for a fact that none of you are any better than me. In fact, some of you are even worse. So go on, wag your tongues and add more adjectives to your list of descriptions. Again, I don’t care.
First of all, let me enumerate the many things that you have been saying about me (behind my back of course, your so stupid and naïve to think that I don’t know). I know that a lot of you have at one point or another called me a bitch.
Well, let me get this straight. First of all, technically saying that is, a bitch is a female dog. Second, a bitch is a person (usually a woman) who engages in sexual activities with any man. I refuse to say that the bitch is a whore because a whore or a prostitute asks for payment, a bitch does not.
I guess both descriptions do not fit me because in the first place, I am not a female dog. I’m a frog trapped in a human body. Second, you cannot call me a bitch because I have never ever engaged in any kind of sexual activities with anybody or anything for that matter. I can point my finger to those among you who actually fits the description so don’t use the adjective on me.
Now let’s get down to business.
As I’ve said, I want to enumerate the many things you’ve been saying about me. You’ve called me tactless, insensitive, a “wanna-be”, stubborn, unapproachable, arrogant, hard to understand, demanding, etc. The list is so long that I find it hard to memorize. But then, if you want to add something more feel free to do so. I don’t care.
I don’t care. Yes, three words are all I have to tell all of you. I DON’T CARE. I have long ago accepted that I am not a perfect human being as there is no such thing as a perfect human being. But of course if you consider yourself perfect, feel free to continue with your illusions.
I find it amusing, and yes irritating, that the people who are quick to judge me are those who don’t know me at all. Translation: 98% of the people around me. They are people who refuse to know the real me, me beyond the impressions that they are seeing.
But again, I don’t care. I won’t try to be somebody else for your sakes. The hell with it! Somebody is bound to hate you no matter what you do with yourself so why would I even bother? I won’t be a goody-two –shoes for anybody.
You may start cursing me to hell for all I care. You may condemn me as much as you like.
You know what’s the most annoying of it all? That the very things you say about me are the very description that fits you perfectly. I mean, think about it. You call me a bitch and yet who have all those escapades, or sexcapades if you want to call it that. Not me. You call me a “wanna-be” but who anxiously follow the latest fads and everything? Who does all the pretending that they are “emo” or “goth” or whatever just because its in? My fashion style remains the same and it has been like that since I could remember. You call me demanding but who demands that people spend time with you every second of your life, who pouts and sulk when people accidentally forget about them? Not me. I don’t care if you notice me or not, I have a world of my own.
Yes, you also said that I am unapproachable. Well, maybe its because you never tried approaching or you approached at the wrong place and at the wrong time. And arrogant yes. I never considered myself above others because I know that there are a lot of things that I don’t know and can’t do. I never meant to intimidate anyone and if you are intimidated by me then its not my fault anymore.
As for the insensitive, well, just because a person doesn’t react the way you don’t mean that the person doesn’t feel the same way you do. Gets? Just because I don’t cry doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt. Just because I’m not a cry baby like most of you don’t mean that I am made of stone. Just because I give any indication that I am affected doesn’t mean that I am not.
I am tactless and I will not deny that. I don’t think of tact at all when I do something or say something. Believe me, I don’t have any plans or any inclination to use sweet words when I don’t mean it. So, if you don’t want an honest to goodness answer, don’t ask me a question. Or if you want to hear only the good things then don’t come to me for comfort because, Darling, I am the harbinger of doom. If you want an advice but doesn’t want to hear one given from the bottom of the heart and you merely want somebody to agree with what you think is right, then don’t also come to me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am no angel so stop expecting me to be far from flaws. I was spawned between heaven and hell, I guess more on the side of hell, and I have no qualms in having a lot of people hating me. I can still sleep well at night contrary to what you are thinking. I guess it’s you who can’t. As far as I know, nobody can sleep well thinking of the devil.
I was born an antagonist and I think the role fits me well. Know why? It is because if you are the antagonist you don’t need to undergo the painful process of pretending to be good and perfect. Don’t expect me to sprout wings and have a halo anytime soon because you have any idea how good I look like with horns.
I guess I just prefer to let people see who I really am. I prefer them to know me and let them decide if they like me or not. I don’t want to hide in an angel’s mask and a saint’s robe and hide the horn in my head, the little tail that I have and the forks in hands. I prefer to let the people see my real color the moment they see me than shock them years after.
Yes, I don’t mind you criticizing me because I know for a fact that none of you are any better than me. In fact, some of you are even worse. So go on, wag your tongues and add more adjectives to your list of descriptions. Again, I don’t care.
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