Thursday, June 08, 2006
I'm sorry...you left your ass behind
I saw someone the other day that I knew at school. He was a skinny, Ayrian-haired, typical, like, oke hey, with one fatal flaw.
You know, the geek that thinks he’s hot stuff. Back then he was a little off, but it seems not time nor space away from school (what’s it been, eight years?) has in any way influenced this man’s attitude into something decidely less high school.
The man is a twot. The same twot I knew in Matric.
He’s travelled, he’s educated, and yet, that same level of twotness evidenced back in the late 90s is still very much there.
If we can define his twotty attitude in keywords: I rip people off in front of their faces – I don’t greet people.
The latter being the cole purpose of my bitch this morning.
After enjoying his company as much as to laugh out loud a couple of times, and as most normal human beings do when trying to be polite, I said goodbye to him. And he blatantly ignored me. Why was that necessary?
Peas: “Ok, well cheerio [Twot Man.]”
Twot Man: (his back to me) Silence.
Peas: “Um, ok then.”
He probably thought this was hilarious – he always had a strange, Cartoon Networky sense of humour afterall. I just found this plain rude.
He wore pyjamas to a farewell lunch. Ten out of ten for originality right there, but why ruin a perfectly good catch up session with an "I'm King of The Fucking World" attitude?
I bring it down to insecurity. It can’t be easy out there. But there is nothing more irritating than a man who is still 17-years old, but should well be 26 at this point.
I’m seriously disappointed.
Thank God we don’t hang in the same circles.