I don’t easily get impressed. Maybe it’s the due to working with celebrities and pseudo-celebrities early in life. In my life, I maintain that only three people can make me drop my jaw and be in total awe: Barack Obama, Brandon Boyd and oh, Matsumoto Jun.
For me, the things people do is for their day to day existence is just part of an elaborate act just to get through an otherwise horrendous day. I always maintained that the minute we get out of our homes, we hide the real us and begin utilizing the different personalities that we have in store in our nifty little bags and use it based on our needs. Whoever we really are–we show it to the people who really matter in our lives: our family, our loved ones, our friends and people important to us.
Save from the people who we’re willing to take a bullet for: it’s a superficial world, baby.
I’ve been working for 10 years and has been a corporate slave for so many companies than I care to count. Out of these companies, I’ve had gazillions of friends who I obviously left behind when I decided to move forward with my life. After the fifth company and the fifth round of goodbyes, I kinda hated the desolation I put myself and stopped just sharing too much unless I am really good friends with the person. It’s a lot of a bother just sharing too much to too many people that I finally decided to just whittle it down and save myself from the hurt out of saying goodbye to people.
So, I stopped trusting too much people. And I stopped being impressed with things and other people in general. Of the very few things and persons who manage to win my respect and my admiration–I kinda wished that they kinda be worth it.
Imagine the disappointment if they proved otherwise. It just sucks when people aren’t what they seem. Sometimes, you’d wish to give them the time of the day to get to know them but then, what’s the point right?