High School. It’s probably the best place to be ignored, to get neglected, to be on oblivion. I’m not a loser, but I experienced that lot in High School. I don’t know, perhaps it’s natural in every school that you’ll go, or, the people on school are just naturally neglecting.
I don’t feel much good today. I don’t know, I guess my moods are just reflections of the weather today. A lot had happened since the last day I blogged. I’ve been experiencing, well, let’s just say, not-much-luck. I want to tell everyone what I’ve been keeping into myself, but unfortunately, I’ve gotta let them sink into me first. Readers, there’s only one thing that I wanna talk to all of you about, today. It’s “Neglection”. If there’s one thing I hate the most about my life in High School, it is getting ignored.
Of course, we all do hate getting ignored. I’m a kind of person who easily ‘not-cares’ about things in life. But this one, I just can’t seem to let it go. I’m not those kind of shallow people who likes to have the spotlight all the time, but I just clearly hate being ignored.
When that happens to me, I silently leave the room metaphorically wearing a mask. I always wear a mask. I always do that. I guess, I want people to get confused about the real me. I put on this happy face or something, but deep inside, I feel the opposite way. I don’t know if I do a good job about that, but it doesn’t matter. As long as I can do that, that’s what matters most.
This afternoon, I’ve been ignored so many times, my emotions were like cable wires connected to a desktop’s CPU—tangled. First, when I came to school, I noticed some of my friends- Jophel, KC Quiben and Danber Joy Villanueva, gathered somewhere near the school gate. I went to ask some questions, and to say hi, but unfortunately, I’ve got the worst feedback ever- I got ignored. “Hello! I’m Right here! I exist!” Those were the words that I wanted to tell them, yet, I held myself back. The school year has just started, I don’t wanna start a fight this early.
The only thing I was able to do, during that moment, when I was invisible, was to leave, silently. I felt embarrassed. Although, I assure myself, people like them, will never make me feel that down. I guess I’m embarrassed or feeling down not because of them themselves, but because of what they did to me. I really don’t like being ignored.
Call me shallow for telling this, but as I’ve said, I don’t care. I mind my own business. And what people say about me, those are not my business, therefore, why should I even bother caring?
I can go a lot with this, this “neglection” thing! Unfortunately, I am busy. I’ll blog better soon. And readers, if you ever get neglected all the time, it doesn’t mean that you’re a loser. Some people are just pathetic enough to not notice that might be, could be, and, is, happening around them.
And by the way, Christine Supan and Kezia Calderon, take note on what I kept telling you a while ago. A man is not defined by his actions. Man can never be defined out of everything. You can never foresee and foretell things about me unless you get to know me better. Not because my actions are girlish, it doesn’t mean, I’m not a man. You don’t have the right to judge me. I hate it when my manliness is being questioned because of my actions. Honestly, when we were talking a while ago, telling me all those presumptuous stuff, I was kind-of mad. But of course, I wore my mask. I don’t people see me enraged again. You don’t want getting foretold, I don’t like that too.
P.S. Readers, I tell you this, we all don’t have the right to judge someone unless we get to know them better, the real them! Just like science, you need to prove your hypothesis about someone, before you conclude to it. We all don’t want to be prejudged. So, in order to forestall that, we shouldn’t be presumptuous about someone.
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