DON’T CALL ME. I CALL MYSELF
PREFACE
Ate My, currently the Gazette’s Managing Editor chanced to approach me inside the (semi) Student Union Building and asked for assistance about their Photoshop installation…
Ate My: Neil, do you still have an Adobe Photoshop installer (cd)?Neil: Apparently, I haven’t burned one. I think I have already saved all the needed installation files in one of the drives (of The Gazette PC).
Ate My: Oh, so we have in our (pertaining to The Gazette, Ate My, and me)…
Neil: (stares blankly at Ate My)
Ate My:… uhmm… in “our” (pertaining to The Gazette and Ate My) PC, right?
Neil: Yes, Ate My.
Ate My: Oh ok. Thanks… (leaves)
Finally…
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The so-called super-duper impudently irresponsible ex-Gazette staffer was starting to read religiously the book aka the very second item he bought after his first salary from Mr. Gil Portes (you know, the you-don’t-know director behind Alessandra de Rossi monstrous movies like Mga Munting Tinig, Homecoming–bet you haven’t watched this ^_^) when he pondered psychologically-inclined terms like egoist, egotist, altruist… I don’t want to define these words since they waste too much space in this post… OMG, did I just waste words by reminding you I’m wasting my post space because of defining these…
Arrgh. Let’s continue.
They simply denote self-centeredness and selflessness. But then what took notice is the word that was given the longest and the most heart-piercing elaboration by that Pocket Book published Word Power Made Easy (just realized Pocket Book is a proper noun for a popular publishing company).
I have been too exclusive to my peers. Maybe you are aware (cite Intimidation is the Best Policy) that people are intimidated to me. My speech and my eyeglasses speak too loud–they are, too, overwhelmed by my solitary locomotion. I tend to be with my classmates whom I’ve been close to since highschool graduation melted down academic pretentiousness. But honestly, I love to work by myself. I do things my way, without further assistance from my friends. Though they are sincerely friendly to me, I can’t help but to force my ego to socialize with their efforts to dig my heart and say “Neil, pagod ka na… Tulungan ka na namin”.
I’ve been self-orienting since time immemorial. I have learned lots of things without being preached by our priest, our professors, and my parents–particularly my dad. I am not sure, but when they teach lessons of life and academe, I listen. But I exclude a large ration of those. I want to discover things by myself.
It’s not because I want to be recognized as Frank Sinatra popularly rendered. In fact, eventhough I haven’t said a word, I am the center of attraction.
I don’t seek attention. Attention seeks me.
Am I that intelligent?
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Ain’t you pissed off when someone intentionally and over-volumely interrupts you while you’re in the middle of your speaking?
Categories: Personalan
