Well, Voong messaged me yesterday telling me about this blog she read (Ris Low’s blog, by the way) and it was just coincidental that I heard something about her over the radio, like, she’s going to be on this radio show.

My first reaction when I heard the radio thing was, “Huh?” Then I went on to consider how jerky the show will sound. Or maybe we won’t hear her at all, because the deejays will be yakking on and she can’t speak fluently enough to butt in. Yeah, just imagine.

Voong and I were just dissing her, because the both of us can’t stand her. And we didn’t exactly mince our words.

So afterwards, I was just thinking, why is it that some of us just can’t stand other people? Okay, maybe a good reason will be “I don’t like her because her face looks like shit”, where the person is so physically repulsive that you just go eww and stay far from her, because well, ugliness might be contagious.

Great, now I sound like an airhead.

I guess sometimes it’s because we’re so envious of others. Because we’re not them and we can never be, and when we try to superimpose the image of that person we realize how infinitesimal we are, like we can never measure up. So people with inner insecurities feel that way, allowing it to manifest itself in another way. So you either worship that person, or you wish you could make that person disappear.

Maybe we do dislike people because we want to fill up this void inside us. It’s the hollowness in knowing that hey, that’s not possible for me kind of thing, so you just go, so what if she can, that bitch.

Some people just have all the luck that it doesn’t matter what happens to them because somehow they’ll be bailed out unscathed, while others slog their lives out and well, still nothing.

Which is pretty silly, I’m being silly, because that’s not the kind of lifestyle I want to lead. Like, you wish you could be someone else, but you don’t want to be like that someone else. The reasoning here is that you wish you could be in that position, but you wouldn’t have done what the previous person did. So maybe it boils down to differing values? I mean, I don’t think fraud is on my agenda. Oops.

But why does it matter? Because it’s not something you can mould, like, I wouldn’t change my mind about a particular someone if you told me how ridiculous I am to dislike that person because of my own shortcomings.