The Emotional State of Me and the Insensitivity of Some Others
I know I haven’t written in here for ages because I’ve got nothing much to blog about these days.
Until now. I’ve just got some pent-up thoughts that I need to release and I know that once I’m done writing this, I will probably think it’s childish. But this is my blog, so what the hell. And this is what a blog is for - my childish thoughts and complaints.
Disclaimer: No offense to those who are referred in this entry. I just need to get it out of my system!
Reality hurts.
Why are some guys just so superficial?
I have a colleague who just joined us not so long ago. She resembles me at some angles, apparently. We’re both tall and thin with long hair. But that’s where the similarity ends. She’s much prettier and taller.
And therefore, subjected to much unwanted attention from the males.
Of course, there are other pretty female colleagues around and while I am envious sometimes, I never did feel particularly insulted or jealous around them.
Until it became too much.
It was my own stupid fault to have asked her along with me to the IT store where the male species of our kind could not stop gawking at her like an exhibit in the zoo. My fault too, for not explaining that she is actually just accompanying me and not the IT officer-in-charge.
So weeks later, when I registering to attend a seminar for the IT personnel, the guy was exceptionally conversational.
Male Specimen A: “Is Ms A attending then?”
Me: “No, why would she be attending?”
Male Specimen A: “No lah, just asking. Thought she’ll be going mah. So she really not going?”
Me: (Losing temper) “She’s not going. She’s not the IT officer, I am. If you want her to go, I’ll ask her to go. But I won’t be attending!”
At the seminar itself:
Male Specimen B: “Hey, Ms A is not here ah?”
Me: (Gritting teeth) “No. She’s not the IT officer.”
Male Specimen B: “She’s not the IT officer? Then who is?!”
Me: (Still gritting teeth) “Me! Why do you think I am here?!” (Do I look transparent to you?!)
Male Specimen B: “Oh. Then what does Ms A do?”
Me: (Almost ready to punch him) “She does other work obviously.”
Male Specimen C joins into the conversation.
Male Specimen C: “Ms A is not here arh?”
Me: -_-”
It has gotten to the point where I’m thinking guys only come and talk to me because, they want to get to know Ms A. And because my Facebook photos also featured her, guys also added me because of her. They probably either thought I was her, or, wanted to add me so that they can plough through my friend listing for her information.
Guys, do you know how insensitive it is to ask a girl about ANOTHER GIRL?
Why am I always in the shadow of others?
Why am I constantly the third wheel?
Is it so hard for guys to notice me?
That I’m also a girl, hello?
Until now. I’ve just got some pent-up thoughts that I need to release and I know that once I’m done writing this, I will probably think it’s childish. But this is my blog, so what the hell. And this is what a blog is for - my childish thoughts and complaints.
Disclaimer: No offense to those who are referred in this entry. I just need to get it out of my system!
Reality hurts.
Why are some guys just so superficial?
I have a colleague who just joined us not so long ago. She resembles me at some angles, apparently. We’re both tall and thin with long hair. But that’s where the similarity ends. She’s much prettier and taller.
And therefore, subjected to much unwanted attention from the males.
Of course, there are other pretty female colleagues around and while I am envious sometimes, I never did feel particularly insulted or jealous around them.
Until it became too much.
It was my own stupid fault to have asked her along with me to the IT store where the male species of our kind could not stop gawking at her like an exhibit in the zoo. My fault too, for not explaining that she is actually just accompanying me and not the IT officer-in-charge.
So weeks later, when I registering to attend a seminar for the IT personnel, the guy was exceptionally conversational.
Male Specimen A: “Is Ms A attending then?”
Me: “No, why would she be attending?”
Male Specimen A: “No lah, just asking. Thought she’ll be going mah. So she really not going?”
Me: (Losing temper) “She’s not going. She’s not the IT officer, I am. If you want her to go, I’ll ask her to go. But I won’t be attending!”
At the seminar itself:
Male Specimen B: “Hey, Ms A is not here ah?”
Me: (Gritting teeth) “No. She’s not the IT officer.”
Male Specimen B: “She’s not the IT officer? Then who is?!”
Me: (Still gritting teeth) “Me! Why do you think I am here?!” (Do I look transparent to you?!)
Male Specimen B: “Oh. Then what does Ms A do?”
Me: (Almost ready to punch him) “She does other work obviously.”
Male Specimen C joins into the conversation.
Male Specimen C: “Ms A is not here arh?”
Me: -_-”
It has gotten to the point where I’m thinking guys only come and talk to me because, they want to get to know Ms A. And because my Facebook photos also featured her, guys also added me because of her. They probably either thought I was her, or, wanted to add me so that they can plough through my friend listing for her information.
Guys, do you know how insensitive it is to ask a girl about ANOTHER GIRL?
Why am I always in the shadow of others?
Why am I constantly the third wheel?
Is it so hard for guys to notice me?
That I’m also a girl, hello?
Labels: frustrations, me, myself
