Today, inspired by a friend's blog entry, I'll talk about some of my pet peeves (which are quite similar to what he mentioned in his post).

Many times, I've had people tell me that I'm rich. I mean seriously, they TELL me that I'm rich. When I deny it, they insist that I am, as if they know me better than I know myself.-JR
I get that too! They TELL me I'm rich and insist that I am when I deny. Sad to say, even my closest friends do that! When I say my family's just average, they say YOU'RE RICH! Worse still, when they say, "YOU are average, than what are we? POOR?"
Right, maybe I don't need to worry about money as much as they might need to, but I never and still don't think I'm rich. Generally, I hate it when people make false assumptions about me - even more when what they assume is the exact opposite of the truth (duh!). So I've been thinking of the possible reasons as to why I'm so against those kind of assumptions.
About disliking being called a rich person, I originally thought it was because to me, personally, being described as a rich person means you act like one (i.e.: bossing around or looking down on others because you belong to a higher economic class); but then I realised that I still don't like it even after they've said, "No, not at all. You don't act like one."
So, I still don't really know why, but it's very likely to be because I don't even live - or spend - like a rich person.
I don't buy branded items; I don't always buy shoes/clothes/bags/cosmetics like most girls do; I don't usually dine in more-than-average restaurants... What else? I have never had a part-time job too, but by now the I don'ts listed just before this sentence should have explained why I have no problem surviving with the average allowance given to me.
Back in college, my course-mates often complain about not having enough money to live the remaining days of the months, or that they can't afford to pay some college fees; but, the thing is - they also always grumble about how poor the service at Starbucks was, and how they've had a not-so-appetizing meal at Wendy's, at Shogun, or at Pasta Zanmai. And I have never eaten at those places before! NOT ONCE. Starbucks, too!
Anyway, I just wanted to say, I probably am slightly richer, but that could be because I don't spend that much. And if you're trying to say I live in a bigger house, here's something;
I remember an incident in 2006 when a burglar broke into our house during the FIFA World Cup season. When I returned home from school, I saw the man ran through our garden after sneaking out from our house as he heard us arriving home. Our house was ransacked, really. Everything was scattered on the floor, even in my room there were pieces of torn angpau packets by the floor of the opened drawer.
After making a police report and checking around to find out what and how much was stolen, this was about all - a digital camera, one or two necklaces that belonged to mum (possibly the ones she wore at her wedding some 20 years ago), and a few thousand Rupiahs left in dad's working luggage.
Sad day for the burglar, wasn't it? He must have thought we were rich by looking at the exterior of our house, as well. Maybe he's the best person to come out and tell people that living in a nice house doesn't mean the family's rich.
Besides that, making assumptions about my personality when you don't really know me that well is another thing, but I think this post is long enough already so I shall not get into details with this one; but I might, maybe one day. I guess most people hate that anyway.
So yes, that's about one of my pet peeves. Jeez. ;)
P.S
I hate it, too, when people assume I'm a K-pop fanatic when they know I'm picking up the Korean language. Jeeeez what's wrong about liking a language without being a fan of their celebrities!? (but of course, I have nothing against them - the celebs, I mean.)
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