I was in Nevada Square last night, enjoying a beer, enjoying the trying to be half-naked women, and enjoying my temporary company: My batchmates over at Boys High. So there I was, doing the usual mingle, talk, and laugh, holding a beer that was half empty and half full, when I turn around for a while and take a glance long enough at a scene that bothered me a lot: 2 of my batchmates, looking at me and giggling.
Add two more lines to my list of Valuable Lessons in Life to Give to my Kids:
- "The eyes never lie"
As I turned around fully to face them, I gave them an oblivious smile, which pretty much said "What's so funny?". If I wasn't the subject, they would have talked right away. But they didn't.
Apparetnly a curious puppy dog look gets the attention of cute grandmothers, real chicks, and also chump backstabbers. They look at your eyes and sense exploitable innocence, while you have a split-second headstart on exposing what's in their minds. These guys saw an innocent kid in me. I saw more immature kids in them.
I looked at them, eye to eye. Their moves to conceal slowly turned to frozen gazes of confusion. My curious smile suddenly turned into a smirk that said, so sweetly... "Faggots."
- "An exploited conscience humbles"
I took a second to savor the moment, then dug into my pocket for my box of cigarettes. Suddenly, like snapping from a trance, the more virtuous adversary of mine stepped in, and said, in a lower more respectful tone of voice, "Pare, pahingi naman ng yosi." While hiding my anger, I smiled, handed him a Marlboro Red, and lit it for him.
Once chumps like these see that you are not fazed by their pathetic methods of social destruction, a variable they do not expect to encounter, their conscience, comes into play. When enough of the strain gets into them, they: bend down and kiss ass, try in vain to change the subject, or (my favorite) commit hara kiri. Either way, you win. And you didn't have to break a neck.
Gawd, I'm sleepy. Later.