Dirty two-faces.

Do you know what ticks me off the most? Two faces. They come in with a smile, but as soon as you turn your back, their tongues stick out, like serpents sniffing on my prints. They hiss their crap in order to seek attention.

It usually occurs with those who lack the intelligence of seeking diversity in their lives. When you get bored, you pick out a hobby, right? Fishing, gardening, origami, fuck it, anything that requires some form of activity from your brain. It’s essential that we keep our brain active, otherwise we get too preoccupied with the lives of others and we fail to concentrate on our own. We miss out on our potential and get busy nosing in on other people’s business.

It’s really easy to start and hold a conversation about others. How they do things wrong, how bad their habits are, how weird they get when they don’t eat or when they drink too much. The dirtier the details, the richer the useless conversation. I don’t think that everyone else around the two-faces are interested in such information. Some actually have better things to do with their time and with their memory space. We are too busy talking about everybody else and we fail on making ourselves better people – most of these two-faces can’t spend too much time in front of a mirror, anyway. They constantly complain about certain negative aspects in their lives yet they do nothing to improve it – instead, they make it worse.

It’s ironic, if you come to think about it. If you have a fat ass and you complain about the pounds you’ve put on over the last week, it’s best to either do something about it or shut the hell up about it, not stuff your face with chocolates, chips and fast food. And I don’t think I’m wrong, I’m simply not interested in hearing “Oh my gosh, look at my belly, I’ve got a belly, I’m a fatty, pass me the Twinkies, will ya’?”. I’ll rather listen to “Oh my gosh, look at my belly, it’s pretty big but I do hope it gets back to normal, I’ve switched to chicken and vegetables!”. Really.

Anyway, this is the same kind of people that get too busy discussing other people’s lives. Will the world stop turning if they don’t talk about who shagged who or about who did what – with no direct effect on their own lives. It puzzles me.

And what puzzles me the most is how they have so much courage in discussing such issues behind our backs. What’s the point in spitting that venom if I’m not there to listen. Come on, hit me in my face or get the fuck out – it’s that simple, actually.

I’ll rather listen to it myself if it involves me and I’m sure that everyone else who agrees to this feels the same. Or better yet, I’ve got too much on my hands anyway. Maybe they should just start talking about their own nasty habits. Some are more disgusting than the labels they put on everybody else. But what’s the point in being self-critical? What’s the use?

When people complain about their shitty lives yet they do nothing about it, how can they stop yapping about other people? It’s easier to concentrate on everybody else when your life is so full of… IT.

I’m not even complaining. I’m just sickened. And if I were to complain, I’d also add that my solution to this problem is easy: SMILE and WAVE. Talk all you want, my nausea heals faster than your pathetic lives. I’ve got Schweppes Bitter Lemon to wash it down.