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Class vs Crass

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Some people have class. Some people reek of crass.

My accidental brush with the Crass Society was on Tuesday.

And my word, it was an eye-opener! I almost forgot how nasty some people can be.

I am the sort of person who will give you a call at random times if I suddenly think of you, especially if we rarely meet. And this particular person has ran through my mind a few times now, and I wanted to call and ask how she has been doing. But she changed her number, and all was forgotten.

And then I bumped into her two days ago. Being me, I was excited to see old-time chums, youknowwhatImean... I jumped, raised eyebrows and all, and squealed my excitement. But what do I get in return? Rolled eyes, sinister looks and Mona Lisa smiles.

All I asked for was her number. I could sense, though, that she didn't want to give it to me. I would understand and step back gracefully and say "Oh ok, that's alright." Instead, I receive very, very distasteful comments and many side-stepping of the subject in question. Ah, I almost forget how political things can get, especially when you're in Poly. But two days ago, thanks to you and your equally unclassy sidekicks, I remembered.

I won't say I hate my years in Poly. Wonderful people like Huda and Dayana made it all bearable. But there are some whom I just wish I didn't know. Because when I found out you're not the friend I thought you were, it breaks my heart.

Next time, IF we bump into each other again, don't say Hi to me, because all I'm ever going to receive from you is a reception colder than a corpse.

Next time, IF we bump into each other again, don't acknowledge my presence, because all I'm ever going to receive is a sunken feeling that mean people like you still walk on the face of Earth.

BUT IF next time we happen to bump into each other again and you accidentally acknowledge me, then don't pretend you like me. Because the three of you are very bad actors. A shame.

My tongue wanted to wag very nasty things that day, but I'd end up just like you, wouldn't I?

The Crass Society.

the enigma was spotted at 18:43