apparently, i'm not a reformed meanie after all.

i received an overwhelming response from people of different walks of life concerning me being mean. i came to a conclusion and that is, i'm mean. really mean.

no, i'm not putting myself down. i didn't bury my head in my hands when those people told me i was mean. weirdly, i roared with laughter and smiled cheekily, as though, i like being classified as a mean person. i guess, i do, in a way.

you won't like it if everyone hates you. even the meanest of the meanest person would want to be liked even for a while.

sometimes, i think i'm demented. not in a negative way, that is. it's just mere insanity. the feeling of ecstacy when knowing people think you're mean and bad.

i snapped at a friend just now for boasting. he went yapping, his 'i didn't study yet i passed my test' speech. yes, he says the exact phrase after each test, if, he passes. if he doesn't pass, it'll be his, 'i didn't study. that's why i failed' specch. then, i finished him off by saying, 'am i the only one who's annoyed by you or the rest are plain scared to shut you off fearing they'll upset you?' what a fine example of my mean-ess.