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Was chatting with a few friends recently and we all happen to noticed a few problems. Thus I’ve decided to blog and wonder if any of you have similar problems.
Has anyone noticed the amount of nosey people around us?
These people who seem to have nothing better to do, but just poke their noses (or their so unflattering bodies) into everything they can, try to claim credit for bring part of the “in” crowd, or just cause problems for society.
Yes. I admit to saying this, and I’ll specially edit this: NOSEY PEOPLE ARE A BANE TO SOCIETY.
And it’s so sad that a majority of females (who really don’t deserve any empowerment of any sorts) are in fact, idiotically nosey!
I remembered there was one day I was out waiting for a bus and an accident between a motorbike and a lorry happened; and before Don’t Stop Believeing could finish playing its first stanza, there was a thick crowd, mainly elderly, middle-aged aunties surrounding the accident site, into the road even!
Someone prove to me otherwise that elderly females do have some form of life.
They were jostling at each other, seemingly unwilling to move off even when the police officers were there. Because of the crowd (note, not the accident), traffic was bottlenecked and I had to wait even longer for a bus – and all I can hear from that crowd were little cries of people pushing from the back (WTF?!) and what the license plate numbers were, and how much they’re betting.
Seriously.
The ambulance came and it wasn’t a surprise to me, that the aunties were somewhat inconsolable to move out from the scene to let the ambulance reach the casualties. I didn’t stay too long to know what happened (I have a life, compared to these shrivelling raisins) and I was pretty upset by such a scene.
They were like monkeys, except grotesque and whiny!
Awww… Sock monkeys!! Okay, back to the topic of nosey people.
And why do I say they’re a bane to society?
I’m pretty sure that there are a million and one things to life that one can do, instead of poking their fingers into every pie or muffin at the bakery.
You might not be rich or pampered enough to afford 4 movies a week, go on fabulous dinners or concerts. You might not need to plan for anything big like a wedding because you’re so shrivelled, people think you’re remarrying after a widowing yourself, or something worst. So you need to fulfill some unknown void in your life before you really shrivel up and die, leaving society to finally prosper and move on to greater things.
Besides, being nice; some of these people do not have really beautiful childhoods. Despair, or neglect awaits them, thus now that they feel empowered (in some stupid way to do stupid things) to try to help and actually screw things up for society.
And you know what – enough of them.
I’m going off for some siesta!
Oh, in case you aunty-alike people (or just nosey/kaypoh nolifers) are curious, it’s called rest. *beams*

