nektros - Cynicism in a Hot DishThe best kinds of egocentrics oblivious to their inept, self-overblown skills are the kinds predisposed to reverse psychology. Oh, you don’t want to read the rest of this post? Fine. Your facile comprehension skills skyrocket spectacularly into a new stratosphere of idiocy, anyway. Scoot, moron!
Stupid mistakes coated with a blinding sheen of immaturity are an inevitable part of youth. The difference in the particular case which had attracted Tanya’s spite was that my stupidity had fallen on the wrong side of malicious, careening into a pit of downright contemptuousness for growing right the hell up.
The crowd was – as is only possible for the main lobby of a university in the throes of midday break – packed to the point of seducing a tantrum out of the most stalwart claustrophobic. Reaching the apex of the throng and preparing to enter the library by way of converting the books in my arms into flying battering rams, my jugular-targeting plans died in my head as they were overtaken by something else.
As an Asian born within the majestic borders of Australia, and raised with nary a friend who shared my ancestry, nor a lesson from my parents in how to manoeuvre the landscape of their native tongue, I have for a large part of my life been aware of my unique inhabitant status – that of perceived foreigner and actual, palpable native – which nevertheless has ne’er shone a shred of remarkableness on any facet of my life.
For a reason attributable only to the endlessly fascinating power of the human spirit to meander towards the mediocre, headphones have experienced something of a popularity lasting a sum total of infinite negative hyper-mach years.
Why don’t people wear headphones in public?
It’s been an interesting week, racial bigotry and juvenile sexual harassment-wise.
Before we proceed, please adjust your personal overreaction-odometers accordingly. I, for one, am loathe to jump from the impression of harmless humouring to obscene overtures in one overzealous ethnic pride-laden leap.
There is no such thing as selfish greed.
Every act made in the pursuit of money is simply an act of survival.
nektros is the personal site of Yvonne Tran, a 20-year-old Aussie uni student and newly inaugurated member of the kind of workplace that beggars tears of spontaneously combusting kittens.
This is where she shares her thoughts on writing, design, and everything else lovable about life.
