People

Some people are blatantly pretentious, ambitious, and overflowing with bragadoccio when all they really have are half-filled hands and air-bloated heads. They are aware of it but they still parade themselves as if on a grand masquerade, when oh, their shining hypocrisy is outightly unmistakeable. Do they even know what modesty is? They have good intentions, sure they say, but no matter how much they try to keep it, safelocked, and creatively hidden, they just can’t help spilling the mud out, like gluttons vommitting after a gulp of a yearful of meal, first by drops, and suddenly in heavy pours, usually behind closed doors, and yet they do so with open hearts and in resounding sentiments as if to hail the heavens of their supposedly magnanimous inititiative. Dirty theatrics! I thought I’d never see one again in bright daylight, but here it is, rivaling even the best of the classical Elizabethan tragedies and the worst of Philippine politics. And am I supposed to clap, to kneel in praise, or to cry in exclamation of awe? It is absurd and annoying especially when it is all too obvious that they’re putting up a virtually nonsensical war grounded on their own hallucinations. I don’t care though whether it’s their karma on earth, I only plead that they be consistent. At least, be consistent! First, they’re your friends, on another second, they turn into your lifesuckers. They feed on schadenfreude as if its their lifeblood and indulge in flamed slander as if its in their genes, and I never really until now figured out why it could be such a feat. I almost pity them, but it’s a pity cursed in hate for making me feel miserable instead. Am I too engrossly infamous that I have to be brought down just so they could be seen as the better fit? Such ideology! And I hate myself for giving in, for actually feeling miserable now when all I really want is to be at peace. Come on, there’s enough going on around the world to still leach out idiocy. Give me a break!