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Well I do realise that I still am not out of the phase where I use cheesy clichéd phrases and hope they make sense. I'm still young and pretty much suck at writing. Okay having said that, I feel happier now.

Moving on. One thing I realised today: I am glad I am not a pushover.

People actually think twice before they try to question me. Now, I don't know if they do so because they are that unsure of themselves, or because I do emanate some kind of vibe that prevents people from picking up an argument with me.

Either way, I clearly see the benefits. If there is a problem, people will not come up to me to crib or complain, especially when I am a part of the issue. They will simply waste their stupid god-forsaken time trying to find a scheme just complicated enough to get the message to me. And I? Have as good as not heard of it until the person concerned confronts me directly. Which is not happening. So the vicious circle continues. Well, not really. They are lame enough to give up midway, and leave me to gloat.
So, yeah it's almost like they are scared of me. For good reason that too. That may have been the only smart thing they have done all day. Because I, am not going to tolerate nonsense, and they might as well engrave that into their hypothalamus(es).

Now, what makes me glad is when I see other people been badgered by such useless incompetent morons and realise how relieved I am for not being one of those poor souls. Such, people ( the poor souls, not the incompetent morons) allow people (read : incompetent morons) to take advantage of them and cry their guts out when they realise the soup they have landed themselves into.

OH GOD! I am so-oo glad I don't have to whine like them and count endless hours till their last minutes wondering if they will ever get out of the mess that the incompetent morons gave smushed them into.
So, I have now come across 4 kinds of people:
1. Neurotic Obsessors like me
2. Poor/Lost/ Pushed Over Souls
3. Incompetent Morons
4. And another kind who seem to be perpetually busy staring into nothingness. They, however, seem to be widely accepted as the control group (not the group in control, control as in, experimentally control - Mendel's Laws: strike a cord? ).


I know there are more.

All I can do is tilt my head upwards with an animated jerk , and shriek belligerently into the heavens:

"Yes, yes - Bring 'em on!"