The Snob factor

I've been wondering why relational creatures like us are just so retarded when it comes to relationships. It's hard to please and be pleased. Busyness is the worst excuse ever because the truth would be more like "I honestly had better things to do, such as watching the status bar during TV show downloads". And it's weird how you'd listen to the most boring story from one person with awestruck interest and yet want to hang yourself when it's being told by someone else. How can you control that or just treat everyone the same so that we can all be one big happy family? They say we should but is it possible? Wouldn't that be forced and then eventually you can't pretend anymore and you'd explode!

Some relationships have depth and others just can't get past the top layer. We're all like onions after all. Full of layers and the deeper you go, the closer you get to tears. We allow different people to peel off different layers. There are those who believe they've peeled off more than you've let them. That's annoying. There are those who don't want more than they can peel because they're scared of depth. Yes, it's very hard to get onions to fit the right fit. I don't like the word "peel" though. It's kind of gruesome. Like "slice" or "sever". I think my tolerance for people is getting worse day by day. I'm going to be a crabby old crone. I should put up a big "Wicked" poster on my house.

[Pointless in-between story - My friends and I were in a particularly random mood and we categorised sibling traits into 'The Wickeds' and 'The Pickeds'. 'The Wickeds' are the ones (usually the elder sibling) who seem like they bully the other and are mean to them. This is usually to make sure that 'The Picked' grows stronger in character and will learn to fend for themselves. However, 'The Pickeds' are not as innocent as they look. Those sly little creatures can fool people into feeling sorry for them. At least 'The Wickeds' are conspicuous in their behaviour which is in fact for the greater good of the 'The Pickeds'!]

Speaking of Wicked, can you believe that there are people who thought I was a snob when they first met, no, saw me? Yeah, apparently I give off some sort of "snob" vibe. I'm appalled. I thought I hid that pretty well. But anyway, so here I was wondering why people are mean to me... it's because they thought I'd be a mean girl. It all makes sense now.

Let's analyse the snob factor, shall we?
1. I get annoyed at people at movie halls if they even breathe loud enough for me to hear. I'd pay any amount for a movie at a theatre that would ask inconsiderate people to leave.
2. I get paranoid every time I use the biometric access controlled door in my office. It doesn't matter who used it before me.
3. Random sarcastic thoughts like "A skull patch on the back pocket of your jeans? How desirable.", "Yes, fake leather really appeals to me", "Oh how clever, a sportified Hyundai Santro" and "My, your Rolex really clashes with your personality" cross my mind every now and then.
4. I would not wear fake labels. I'd rather wear unbranded than fake brands.
5. I probably look uninterested in everything but that's only because over-eagerness is annoying. And I do this to everyone. My snob factor is not discriminatory.
6. I don't hug as often as I say "hello", "okay" or "No". That makes it common. Like ending phone calls with hollow "I love you's". But I can hug. Really well.
7. I must admit that I am prejudiced against noise, people who don't smile back when someone smiles at them, gold men's watches, people who go to fancy restaurants in shorts and chappals (money obviously hasn't been able to buy class or manners), people who own pomeranians, maybe I'll stop here for now.

Am I a snob? Well, if it will keep away snobs and people who are prejudiced against seemingly snobs, then yeah. If it will keep stalkers away, even better but then again nothing keeps them away. If being a snob means that you're someone who has a defined set of interests and can talk to anyone who'll listen and talk back and then works on developing strong relationships based on trust and common ground, then yes, I most definitely am a snob.

ps - I would never ever own a Poodle.