Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal

It's a beautiful morning that looks like it'll only allow beautiful things to happen throughout the day, but sadly I am mistaken. From the first moment I saw her, I knew that something is not quite right but I couldn't pinpoint what. That was, until she accidentally (which is doubtful, I must say) flicked her hair and I saw....

....hickeys. Lots of hickeys.

At first, I waited for her friends/ someone/anyone at all to tell her about it but I should've known better than to believe that these people would actually care about the embarrassment one might have when they don't give a flying fuck about anything else but another person's misfortune that they could gossip about during the lunch hour. So, being the considerate person that I am, I went to her and said something about her visible hickeys and does she need anything to cover that shit up? (well in more polite words of course).

And.....

.....she just laughed. And proceeded to tell me about the things that led to.......that. And making me feel more awkward than ever. Because we're not even remotely friends, well, not in the sense that one might call a friend. She's just someone I know. Even if she's someone I'm really close to, hell has to freeze over before I'd agree to listen to....whatever it is she wants me to hear.

I know, I know, I can be so prudish sometimes that it's a surprise the earth hasn't swallowed me whole.

Come on lah, don't you ever feel embarrassed a bit? Oh wait, how silly I must sound, of course lah no. Not everyone wants to know every of your life info and all you know, so just shut the fuck up.

Sometimes things are better left unsaid and I of all people know what would happen if you tell private things to a person you wrongly trusted. I've learned my lesson well and that's why I prefer to keep some things to myself. Don't want my dirty linen to be broadcasted to the rest of the world, you see. It hurt like hell when things you privately told someone came to the knowledge of some other hundred people and those some other hundred people had the audacities to tell some other hundred more.

You know what was the most hurtful of all? I was one of those some other hundred people. Imagine my surprise (oh what an understatement!) when I heard about it; my deepest secrets that I only told a person in confidence.

That explains why I find it hard to trust people again. I think.

Note: the hickey incident happened to me IRL, but I purposely use present tense because I feel like it. On a totally related note, am I the only one who feels bothered about the abundance of food pics all over my Facebook homepage (sebab buat orang lain jadi lapar) and the fact that people like to write lyrics on Facebook notes and blogs? I know, I know, I sound like a one-trick pony here (because I say it over and over again) but dear God, it irritates me.