Introducing, the epitome of Vanity!
“Hello, my name is Ali. How about I ruin your day?”
Ugh. I loathe myself. More than I loathe public toilet bowls reeking of booze-filled urine. And for an űber hygienic person like me, that is not merely a hyperbole.
I do not know what is wrong with me. I fancy myself an amiable person, a guy who loves to make new friends regardless whether he or she has a pear-shaped physique or a bloody blotchy complexion, and even boasted in my profile in all my “About Myself” column of Friendster / MySpace/ (fill in friendship-slash-dating website here) that I’m an extroverted introvert. Go figure. And like an overly replayed reminder of my mum’s voice nagging “never judge someone by his/her looks or bra cup” (OK maybe she didn’t mention the part about the bra cup, but still..!), I am fully aware that relationships be it friendship or romance should not be based singly on lust for desirable physical attributes (read: good looks, hot bod, irresistible mojo).
Yet.. the voices in my head keep on whispering to me, “Don’t be close to that unattractive person! Sure you can be normal friends, ones you chat about the weather with, or how college life makes you rather want to jump from the 7th floor, fall flat on the ground and die, resurrect and repeat. But you don’t want him/her to develop feelings for you, would you? In which would land you in a sticky situation, and in the end you’d have to hurt his/her feelings just to avoid them having hopes of you being ‘The One’ who they’d bring home to their mommas. After all, prevention is way better than cure, right?” Ugh. If that doesn’t spell out loud P.E.R.A.S.A.N (Malay-English translation: VAIN), I don’t know what does. Jumping from the 7th floor right now doesn’t seem to be a bad idea.
19/10/2006, 1:55 AM
