Why are people so damn judgmental? While they don't like being judged by others, they love to criticise and try to presume that the person if of this sort of attitude and character and that they would behave in any way the person would think he would, like he has known the person for his entire life.
I was in the car today with Ben and mom when they started to talk about Don's g-friend.
I've met her once before. It was an awkward experience with her when dad, mom and me came home earlier than expected from gran's place to find the house illuminated with lights when there wasn't supposed to be anyone in the house at that point of the night.
To fend off the embarrassment, she flashed a fat-ass grin showing her pearlies when she saw me walking in her direction and I just gave her a half-smile, minus the teeth and the over-enthusiasm, although I did notice that she was a fairly pretty girl.
While I'm not the kind of sister who's close to the older brother, there are times where I'll be on his side although I speak no less than 20 words to him on each day (that's including the mm-s), because it's not morally right to have people pass off assumptions that might/might not be right.
In the car, they started to pass comments about Don's girlfriend that were the sort of comments you'll hear when your oldest son/brother is finally bringing a girl back home and although they have yet to be formally introduced to the family, they know her existence.
To cut all that shit, 'not very nice comments', ker-pish?
'She's too vain.'
'She's so damn wild.'
'The other time ah, she wear her skirt until so short you know?' (I put myself on the line, saying that I wear short dresses too. To that, she said that mine wasn't that short. Hmmm, that's funny. The last time I wore that dress, you said if was way too short. Hello ma, so it wasn't that short after all huh.)
'She's a year 1,'
'She quite pretty but know her background or not? Ska-li is those pai-kia one how?'
It was that moment where I wish I could step in and ask them to shut-up because it isn't right to pass comments/judgments about someone because we don't even know her yet and at the same time, I wouldn't want them to say things like that about my future-boyfriend, behind my back.
It's not a very nice thing for a family to do, although whether he treats us as one, is very much subjective.
However, considering the fact that dad had just cut off my salary by 30% because of Don and his frequent dinning out and late-night parties, I decided to zip my mouth and just let them talk. He doesn't deserve my defence.
I'm not sure why I'm so irate over such a matter that concerns someone that I'm not even close with but I believe all that anger is knowing that all these petty assumptions are coming from my own family. The family that brought me up.
You tell me, 'Ya, you talk as if you're the anti-judgemental Mother Theresa. As if you don't pass judements on any Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane, Mary or Lisa.'
That's after knowing that person personally, or at least being physically INFRONT of that person such that the person knows that I'm breathing the same air as they are; then I'll do that.
PS. For the record, as much as I detest all sorts of gangster-ism, I do have friends that are mats, minahs, bengs and anjerdi-s. Don't say I'm not being open-minded by not befriending such people.
Of course, I don't need to know someone like Angelina Jolie or Perez Hilton to pass any form of judgment on them because, hey, who cares? They can't hear me anyway, right?
I hate people who like to stereotype me thinking that they know me in and out, as if they have been with me when I was at the shittiest part of my life or when I was as happy as Homer, high on alcohol.
They think they know me by taking a look at my face and as if gaining face-reading super powers, they give me disapproving looks and pass remarks that are not true albeit me not trying to stop it because their perspective is already secured and nothing I do will change it anyway.
It was worst when I still had my piercing.
People on train point, stare and whisper at me, thinking that I'm David Blaine in a sphere of water and that I can't 'touch' them in anyway because I 'm from a different planet from them.
Mind you, I never ever stuck my piercing in your face when I'm sitting opposite you, so why do you have to treat me as if I just burnt the Merlion down? I never harmed you in any way, never took your seat nor did I blast my music from my phone to let the entire pack of passengers know that I'm into some music you people don't appreciate.
Then comes the battle of eye-power; staring competition. Most of the time, I win, because those people know that it isn't right to stare and pretend like they know a complete stranger.
They can never pass the 5 second mark and even if they do, I just stare at that person anyway, until he/she looks away and I still continue staring as if they have a damn fat pi-sai on their nostrils.
While I don't expect everyone to be plants that's free of judgments, the least people should do is to have open minds. I don't mean embrace every single concept that's new to you but at least try to understand it with an open mind.
Mom, dad?
If you ever think that that's the end of the piercing road for your daughter, make sure you don't bet your organs on it because come 21, BANG, it'll hit you.
XOXO Your dearest daughter
