God, what is it with some people and their insecure need to point out every little fucking thing that is wrong with someone else? Someone (ok, ok it was the colleague who is suffering from the Singaporean who has gone to Australia to study syndrome) told me, “wow, that’s a big pimple you have there… its so red and shiny, like Rudolph’s nose on your cheek! [hearty laugh]”. Have I mentioned I don’t quite like this girl? Yes, I am aware of my red pimple. Its on my face and yes I own a mirror as well. I am aware of this imperfection.
Most days, I take it in my stride and laugh along. If I like you, as I do most people, its really fine when people poke fun at me, because its all in the name of good fun and friendship. But if I don’t quite like you, and you come at me at the wrong time of the month, well, here’s what happened:
Colleague: Wow, that’s a big pimple you have there… its so red and shiny, like Rudolph’s nose on your cheek! [hearty laugh]
Me: [smile] Well, I take heart that it isn’t as big as your nose.
Colleague: Why do you get so many pimples anyway? Are you stressed out or something?
Me: Well, I think its probably because I’m not as old as you and probably working a lot harder.
Colleague: Erm, ok. Are you doing anything about your pimple? Better not put make up you know. Aiyoh, if I think if I can’t put make up, I wouldn’t know what to do man…
Me: No, not doing anything about it, I’m just going to let it grow and fester on my face until it explodes. Maybe then it will look like your make up.
Colleague: Do you want to try my facial regime? Its worked wonders for me. See? [using her finger to stroke her face]
Me: And end up potentially having your kind of skin? Seriously. No.
Ok, yes yes, I can be horribly sarcastic, but I got up on the wrong side of the bed. Ok, ok, I’ll make amends, well, at least I’ll think about it…
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