28 Octopus 2013
| On being an egotistic douche
Lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve
always been bragging about things, and as much as I wanted to stop, I would find
myself regretting time after time that I’ve not shut up
It could be that I’m just feeling
underappreciated for my effort
Or, it could be that I’ve overrated
my work, leading me to thinking that it deserves that much amount of regard when in the first place it does not
I would like to believe though that this
is more on my being overwhelmed with my recent participation in small-group discussions
that are capable of affecting a pretty galactic portion of the grand scale of
things, and that I’ve been meshed in such with a couple of them very important
people. It is only on very rare occasions that I feel like I’m sort of an important
character in this book, so to me it’s really really really fascinating to be involved in those kinds of things that I just couldn’t shut up about it. I really
hope someday people will understand why the fuck I am like this
And, finally, as much as I wanted to
disregard this proposition for its shallowness, I shall also consider that this
might be the product of my medyo-long-time confinement to my work desk, doing
my best to deprive myself of the chance to engage in any activity that would establish
any form of social connectivity, physical or digital, making me forget how to communicate
with people without neglecting how many folks are self-centered and are more
likely to not care about what I have to say
Because that’s how I am recently. I
tend to always have a mouthful of self-glorifying shit. Even my sister has
noted it too. I bet Monica and Charlene and Kit have noticed it too and have
prolly thought it best to overlook it thinking that my acting out is just a
phase
I’m positive that this is just a
phase and that I’ll get round it soon
I’m nevertheless sorry for not
shutting up. Really, I am sorry
Now how do I get this the fuck out
of my system
