Please Name The Disease

What is wrong with them?

I am unusually irritated by people who are not just wide-eyed with curiosity but with in-your-face self-righteous crap that barely masks envy. They would usually chide you for having material excess and casually suggest for you to toss things their way, literally. Their favorite speech always has something to do with coming from a Poor Family (emphasis on the Poor) and doing everything to help support the younger siblings.

Their attempts to sound modern and fluent grate public hearing. They bungle the language but will be ultimately offended if you correct them. They use your lipstick like a permanent marker and make ducklips all day. They roll their eyes at your new shoes but badger you in letting them fit the pair. Sucking up to the boss and parroting memos are favorite activities.

Soon they show up wearing accessories and tops similar to yours. They're not shy about asking for hand-me-downs, too. If you had the misfortune of inviting them to your pad, they will raid your closets and ask: "which ones are you no longer using?"

If there's one thing I am thankful, it hasn't gone to asking for your boyfriend's friends' numbers. Or insisting to meet your friends outside work. But, please God, when Starbucks opens this year, I need to find reasons to avoid them or find more hole-in-the-wall sanctuaries. To be not seen in a place to be seen seems a sin to them. Just because you can now afford means you can afford.

Ahhh...bitch mode...smiling may now commence....