Friday, 13 March 2015

When guys put on airs...

If you think behaving like scripts that are scripted to be slyly acted is a ladies thing, you've not met a guy putting on airs yet, particularly he who thinks he’s done something awesome, but unsung because the paparazzi are too jealous of him. So he becomes a self-publicist, spamming and abusing hashtags until nobody cares anymore.

Maybe you've not seen a guy acting tough, especially when females are around to say “WOAH! Did you see how he stood up to that dangerous guy?” – The verbal onslaught is situation-provoked, like the kind of nerve that one runs up a flagpole to see if folks will salute, but behind the scenes, they're all wimps. Schoolyard and street veterans should know what I am talking about.

Perhaps you've not had a contrary opinion with a guy trying to flex intellect on social media. You’ll be forced to get a dictionary close by, because he’ll bombard you with words that you never knew existed, acting as if you’re beneath his level of evolution, or probably born and raised in a wildlife park. You know, that imaginary command of incontestable influence.

Weirdly enough, people that are fond of arguing for the heck of it are mostly the easily angered ones, especially when the dissenting person happens to be a ‘domi bajen’, like someone who’s competent at getting his own back, and he gives them a dose of their own medicine - they start to freak out, failing to take the cause of the drama into account.

Maybe you've also not met the ‘pseudo-badmen’ and their overblown feeling of significance. Those ones, what real men find misguided and dumb, like preying on the weak or disrespecting their women is the standard by which they measure their ‘badman-ness’. I don’t know, maybe they take too much notice of Chris Brown's daring acts, and it appears that their Rihanna(s) also find their badly chosen conducts very attractive.

Now in case someone is raring to ask what about me – I am one nosy dude who’s terribly absorbed in himself, but I'm working on my own disorder. In fact, give me two more years and I will bring home an international ‘Medal of Honour’ for awesomeness

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