♥ Unpredictable Pleasure ♥

I ask a friend today what would she do if someone tend to be very mean to her. Being a very outspoken person, I found no surprise when she told me that she would certainly tell that biatchh off. Though she might sometimes be a person who irritates others with her ‘carefree’ attitude, but I have respect for her on being brave enough to stand up for herself! She can be very sarcastic and the mean biatchh will be speechless!

I am however, the other way round. I have this some sort of ‘compassion’ for mean people (whatever that means). I can bravely say that I am no brave chick. I find it extremely hard to tell another person off even he/she has bean super-fuckin mean to me. Maybe I’m too nice. Heck. My best weapon however is too smile. Well, my smile is fake, of course. Smiling will look more natural by imagining that you’re punching the mean person in the face! This friend of mine will always have her words ready as a comeback to anything mean that some people would say to her! In my case, I will be lost for words and followed by a sore smile. How pathetic of me.

And yet I wonder. Why the hell do people need to be mean to others? Is it some sort of way to make others feel bad and give credit to oneself for having the ability to say something nasty. Possibly, their little hearts are jumping with candy in their hands knowing that they are one level up by belittling another human! Owh. What a life that is. Making others feel bad to feel good about oneself. Having said that, I think my life is not that pathetic after all. Hee.