I was never a do-gooder. Or at least I don't show people I am a do-gooder.
I have been tagged many things. Words that may be hurtful if said to other people. Mean, masungit, mataray, suplada, b*tch, I've been called all those things. And maybe more. I tend to forget some of the words that they use to call me.
It doesn't bother me much. I know that I am a decent human being, I don't cause harm to people, at least, intentionally. The things I say and the things I do does reflect who I really am. I am honest. Brutally to a fault. I don't dilly-dally. I say what I think and I do what I say.
It makes it hard for me to deal with people who are too sensitive because I may not be as sensitive with regards to their feelings. I treat people equally. I have just started the art of diplomacy, and sometimes, I fail so miserably that I don't get why I need to be diplomatic or nice to people.
What is the point of all this? I don't know. Maybe I'm just trying to defend myself why I act this way. They might've reached me already.
Or maybe, wala lang...
DA GANDA blogged @ 7/14/2004 06:31:00 PM