Onomatopoeic

Time to write!!!

I was on a jeepney a while ago, eventually on my way home. What’s common to the passengers aside from their bags, purses and android phones? It’s their “snob-like attitude.” How can I say that? Well it’s because I am one of them.

I think I’m snobbish..yeah snobbish but not arrogant. First of all is that I don’t know who are my seatmates or co-passengers. Times are rare when I have with me by mishap a friend or a familiar face whom I can chat with and even though I have, I’ll choose not to talk with them especially if they’re not going to approach first. Snobbish?  No, not really. An excuse it is: I don't want to suddenly open up a topic that may not please the people around me or unconsciously be misinterpreted by someone who might knew the the very  subject of the matter which I might talk about. With the universal accessory of humans nowadays—headset or earphones—I travel. Never a day or a time that I travel without this so a while ago, I’ve got to question myself why.

Aside from the boisterous sound of the jeepney’s motor every time it goes an upward hill or a curvilinear motion, there is also one thing I hate about being in a travel—the passengers who almost narrates his or her life… persons who talks about other people’s lives… people who babble about a person’s doing and state of life, humans who continuously and unconsciously have envy in their hearts.

I am not generalizing the whole humanity but as I observed, most people are not contented with their lives, instead they focus on his/her co-creations. I may not know who is the person or family they are pertaining but as I put myself into as their subject, it’s not good nor better... The feeling is not at its greatest. It’s awkward and notably annoying when they are talking in a pessimistic way about you. Maybe, that’s why I put on earphones and have its sound reach to the point that I will not understand what their conversation is about. I also choose not to look at those people because I tend to lip-read what they are saying.

Maybe this side of me never changed—a person who realized that she hates fame. Fame? This won’t let you live forever. This will once teach you how to soar high but when crabs see you, they’ll devour your wings with their fiery thoughts and pointed tongues. They are gonna talk about your triumph with a opposite motives in their hearts. And as you soar high, these crabs are just waiting for AN error to bring you down. This is the nature of man. And I kinda felt it back when I was young, but not on the maximum extent. Anyways, why am I talking about fame when I am writing about being snob? Weird thoughts.

Perhaps, this is the reason why sometimes I don’t want to excel in things. I don’t want to be famous and to be a subject. I don’t want people to talk behind my back. As my thought weighs thoughts inside of my mind, I have to try my best in everything I do so that people will not talk about flaws and curses. Ooops! As I said earlier I am not making all the humans in general of this mentality. I was just being me, observing those, hopefully, FEW anonymous faces I’ve encountered while riding in a jeepney… enjoying my playlist.