I come from Earth

I have never been to any other planet. Then how come this one worldly creature ask me what planet I came from!?!?! I'm an earthling! I may not know everything about everything and everyone on this planet. But that does not mean that I am ejected from the human race.

This is so sad. I always try to be a positive person, one who sees the good in everything. After all the things I've been through - meeting different personalities, learning my lessons, getting into endless debates, doing lots of readings, and going through happy times and some heartaches, I thought that I am now secure with myself. I thought I passed the "character" test already. Apparently, the test has just begun and there are several items I couldn't seem to get right.

I just met the second person I don't ever want to be with (the first one is another story, something I'd rather not write about). Oh, I hate this mentality. I hate to hate anyone or anything because that is a contradiction to my ideal "positive" personality. But here it is, this is what I feel. At this point and time, I will allow myself to dislike this person. And I believe that I have justifiable reasons.

He asks me about music. Have I heard this song? Do I know this singer? Okay, I don't.... Is that a sin?! So what if I'm no music lover!?! Does that give him the right to insult me and ask me if I really come from earth?

I haven't read all the books in the world. I don't know all the authors. Come on, who does?! I don't care who this Russian 1800s author is. So what if I'm not yet finished with the 7th installment of the Harry Potter series? So what if I haven't read all of Bob Ong's books? I'm just okay with the few that I've read and have decided that I'm not interested with any more of his writings, for now at least. Is that a sin? Am I not entitled to my personal choices? So his choices are different from mine. But that doesn't mean I'm less of a person. How dare he judge my opinions?! Does he not understand what "opinions" mean?!!!

Okay, I say thank you for every little thing anybody does for me. I smile. I laugh. I'm happy. What's wrong with that?!? How dare he tell me that I don't have to say "thank you" more than once. For the first time, I answered back, "I have the right to say and do whatever I want!!!"

He brags about having worked for two companies already before landing a job in an audit firm. And he didn't like both jobs, so he quit. He tells everyone this. But Stan is right, why didn't he last? It's not really about those companies. It's about him.

And he's not even great!!! We talked about board ratings and he asked about mine. I said mine is just okay. Then he boasts of his rating, almost a mere passing mark. Mine is almost five (5) percent higher than his... I didn't tell him. I don't have to. But the whole thing makes me sick.

He acts as if he knows everything; and corrects everyone at every opportunity he could. He gives corrections (what he thinks is right but not necessarily so) for even the smallest thing just so he could make his point that he's great.

I'm sick of him. I don't have to take any more of him. And I don't intend to! I shouldn't allow one person to make me feel small and stupid... The experience with him is just another item in the test. I will soon get over it. And my answer will be the right one.