If there is nothing else nice to say to that person but still insist on poking the fella..
…say it to other person. Better if the other person’s a close acquaintance. But of course, for the best of everyone else and peace for the world, the option is still keep your bloody mouth tight shut, nuthead!
I got to know this person and her family. “Hmm, great family indeed!” was the first impression when anyone manages to talk to the members. However, when I actually hang around and observe the daily scenario, the picture doesn’t look neat at all. And of course, any close mate would surely have known her brother. There are only 2 brothers in this world that I find myself totally disgusted of. Therefore, there is no way at all to say that I generally dislike brothers. Or else, I would’ve hated David, Yiming , Tim, Jayzen and the rest of my bloody cool friends-who-are-also-brothers-at-home long time ago.
Since I’ve told her that I’ll keep her anonymity while blogging, I shall call her Girl; her brother, Boy; Mom and Dad remained as they are.
Girl and Boy are pretty much of ordinary siblings who do not share any similar personalities or likes and dislikes at all. Since Girl and a bunch of us hang out together since childhood, we have no problem of babbling out swear words at anytime, but most of the time we swear when we are at the peak of our temper and agitated to the max. Like right now, fuck! Boy, on the other hand, is more like a selfish jackass who simply hangs around to prove himself useless at all times. Pathetic waste of a life. On the day Dad said he’ll give Boy a Wira, Boy insisted he wants a Honda Civic. Like me, Girl does not have a car. She takes public transport to school and anywhere she wishes to go and never complained before, unless on a wet day. Who wouldn’t? I would even curse my air-headed pig brother.
Just sometime ago, Mom mentioned how obedient was Boy but Girl is not and she’s easily influenced by her friends with the way they talked and the language they use, and well of course, that includes me. Bloody in front of me! To me, Boy and the pig-in-the-front-room-at-my-home are two of a kind. Girl and I, with our most disbelief faces anyone could imagine, said in unison and at the top of our lungs, “WHAT!?” And the whole thing became a heated conversation. *Burff* I really think that… it was a wrong time for a visit.
Lemme look over it again..
We do not go about randomly swearing at things and peeps unless we’re angry and terribly irritated. We are a bunch who do not go bombarding on the poor storekeeper when he did a mistake. When a stranger comes to the table and asked for donations we do not simply ignore them. We turn and said “sorry, but I can’t help.”
Boy, on the other hand, is in another group of people who swear at stuff even when they’re at fault. They shriek at the poor storekeeper even when he’d forgotten to double-bag the things. And at times when a crippled person asked for donations, they ignore them absolutely.
And in the end of the day just because someone like Girl, who has a friend like me with tattoos and other close friends who used to be gangsters, she was deemed “easily influenced” and does not have a self-image?! My own mom told me something similar before too. Boy, was I enraged that time… reached the treshold of my anger-o-meter. What is fucking wrong with people with this kinda perceptions?
Any adults reading this who has problems with children like us, I therefore tell you this; Every unpleasant attitudes portrayed by your children does not mean they are influences from their peers. They may just be as right rooted from you, probably only more creative than you are. YES YOU! the PARENTS, the GUARDIANS or whoever shitty person you are.