last friday, a person i consider to be a good friend was just plain mean. i couldn't understand why she had to be so cutting with her remarks, and the funny thing was, it was so totally unprovoked, so totally unnecessary, and (here's the mean girl in me) so not even witty (i'm a firm believer that you have to be at least witty to insult people) that all i could say was, "that was mean."
of course, as i was driving home that night, i had a hundred million perfect retorts swirling in my head, and the fact that i'm still thinking about it now, almost a week later, means that i felt truly offended by what she did. the ironic thing was that, i think (of course i could be wrong) that she was just trying to be funny, except that i wasn't laughing.
you judge:
me: hey, our outfits are similar. (she was wearing a blouse with studs, and i was wearing a dress with studs)
her: oo nga eh, nakakainis.
well, she's known as one of those mataray girls, and remarks like that are normal for her. but for once, i didn't appreciate the (lack of ) humor in her words, and even after i told her that what she said wasn't very nice, she shrugged my comments off as if she didn't really care and meant every single word of it.
in any case, let that experience be a lesson for me: mean words don't only hurt other people; mean words make the speaker even more unpretty.
(and that same night, a new friend went up to me and said, "i really like the way you dress" which was totally unexpected since (1) it was a guy speaking and (2) he wasn't gay. some measure of comfort, right? and come one, since you're reading this and you're my friend, wouldn't you agree that you wouldn't mind wearing a similar outfit if you could look as cute as i was in that outfit? hahaha.)
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