I find this night as the right time for me to speak up. To those who would like to oppose, I guess you have the right to remain silent. Consider this as my time to shine. One more thing I shouldn’t miss telling you… hear me, I guess you have to respect me for once.
1.Mosquitoes making noise. Isn’t it irritating when you come home late, tired of all the requirements that you have in school, finally got home and thought that you have all the night for you to rest and mosquitoes just couldn’t keep their wings off? Yes, petty as how you think, but its irking, really irking that sometimes make me go crazy, thinking of firing them. The better if they happen to be dogs barking or roommates chatting with each other the whole night. At lest if I start raising my brows and knock four times in my bed, they will somehow know that I’m starting to build my own hell against them. If they still insist, then I will have to scream at them. Unlike in these tiny mosquitoes that all I have to do is clap and clap until I consume the whole night.
2.Divorce and divorcees. Yes, I hate you! I just couldn’t imagine if these people sufferer from time constraints that they have not thought of knowing the other person deeper. Or, have they not disciplined themselves and realize that they are already inside marriage and that they could not commit themselves to other? Appreciate, yes! But dwell and find pleasure, absolutely not!
I don’t know what kind of government are those who accepted divorce in their country. Do they appreciate and want more wrecked homes? They’re like giving poisons to those couples telling them that it’s for their salvation. How pathetic!
Sometimes, I hope and pray that teenagers will take a closer look at them and realize that courtship and engagement need to be longer, and that marriage is not like a one night stand event that could be forgotten when you wake up the next day.
3.boys and girls who have plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends. I hear several friends who are bragging about their girlfriends from here and there plus the points of kissing them and telling it to others. I don’t hate them because I only have one eversince. What really boils my blood, which even makes it reach its highest boiling point, is the idea of playing. Whom are they fooling? Is it these clueless boyfriends and girlfriends from here and there and not themselves? I don’t see the logic.
They say that you don’t really have to be serious. After all, you’re still young. Yes, you are young but you will not stay young for the rest of your life. As youngsters, you should know in the beginning what matters in the end. What’s the use ob building thousands of dreams with hundreds of people when you know none would come true? What a waste of time.
These boys, when they hear about girls who have plenty of beaus from here and there would question why girls act that way. Hello boys! Aren’t you slapping your faces by raising those questions? Though you are all branded as polygamous in nature, doesn’t follow that you really have to be.
Where are you looking at my dear teenagers? Maybe you have focused your eyed to wrong things—Byonce’s concert. MTV, and all enjoyable stuffs. Time to redirect your eyes.
4.There are things I hate to see in other people. Please don’t get me wrong. Things are not in literal sense. I maybe envy them, and I won’t deny that possibility. When I see people who are emotionally strong and don’t drop a tear easily, I hate the idea. Not because I want them to be weak as I am, but because I want to be as strong as they are.
5.People who immediately judge you and let their prejudices govern them. I am such a friendly person, but none of these thousands of friends that I have has told me that they liked me from our very first encounter. Not until they discovered the real me. Isn’t it boggling when people just turn their backs on you because they think that you are like this and that, though they really never knew you from inside out?
Though I have almost a hundred percent of my friends withdraw their first impression on me, I still have the remaining portion dwelling on them. What’s more irritating is when you’ve already done your best to correct them, yet strongly founded on their prejudices. Well, that’s not my problem anymore. I have shown the very color of my intestine, if you don’t like it, I don’t have to bargain. If you can’t accept me at my worst, them you don’t deserve me at my best.
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