Jejo

I almost hate CR… He is so full of himself.

Why does he have to tell me all the luck he garners in Ateneo? It was so intimidating but he is so insensitive not to notice.

First he boasted of being granted 100% Scholarship in Ateneo. Then he boasted of having a general weighted average of a dean’s lister but he wasn’t in the dean’s list because he lacks some units (because he’s a freshman). Then he brags his being very intelligent in Math. Now he was granted Dormitory Allowance that is equivalent to Php17,000.00. And he was also a dean’s lister this sem. See how much I know? Because he swanks about it. And now he feels like he can do everything he wants because he’s “bigger than life.”

I’m so intimidated, I’m reduced to a very little simpleton against his Mount-Everest-luck. And now he’s so into himself that he thinks he’s so good-looking, and I’m so not, and between the two of us, I’m the worse half. He always mentions that he’s so gwapo and cute and he’s more handsome than me. Whatever….

He also non-verbally brags about being in a band, and he thinks I’m so desperate that I want to be in his band, when actually, I don’t want to pry any closer to their very boring noise. He doesn’t want to hear me sing; I mean, he always reprimand me to stop singing because it’s very noisy… But when he do sing, it’s not even music. Which brings me to the conclusion that his preference of music is so so lame and narrow. In his world, he can do everything, and others cannot. It’s almost trespassing for him,

In our household chores, he always implements this “hating-kapatid-sa-lahat-ng-gawain” policy. When he did something, he always wanted something in return. He never wanted to do everything; he wanted to do half of everything, and if possible, he’d do less than half of it. That sloth!

He also thinks my decisions are so primitive and immature. He follows his own instinct instead of being socially kind. He also always wanted to compare himself to me because he knows that he’s way better…

Now he still thinks he’s so righteous without noticing how insensitive he is. He also thinks I’m his underdog, that sometimes he jokes around about me being too much of a follower, when in fact, I loathe it when he does his commando-style of living, bossing around like he’s some big fish.

I almost hate him. Thank God that he gave me patience and humility and proper moral and intellectual upbringing that I don’t have to tell him how bitter I am against his boasting. I just let him boss around like he’s an authority-assuming-jester and at the same time a pain-in-the-ass.

Well… At the end of all these, I still find myself composed, principled, and preserved. I think he’s just trying to be above others because he also lacks things for himself (which I won’t be mentioning here) I’ll just laugh it out. So instead of losing myself to intimidation, I’ll just laugh at his being such a dense dumpling….