It’s a widely known fact that we, Arabs (or just Asians in general), are, to put it bluntly, extremely nosy. Now, don’t you try denying it! If you’re Asian (even remotely so) then you WILL have at least a single gene that defines unrelenting nosiness in your character.
Some people experience a yearning for gossip. This can range from a tiny curiosity to full blown obsession; the latter tends to be the funnier, juicier and/or just plain ol’ disastrous. Others experience a more subtle, yet somehow more dangerous outcome that consists of the urge to burrow for information in the most harmless ways possible and file it away carefully… slowly building the stash until it reaches a point where the information suddenly morphs into the carbon copy of the Hiroshima bomb.
This can, in turn, lead to two outcomes; the person will either a)Be blessed with a quick-thinking, sometimes conniving, mind that will put the nuclear bomb to good use (usually for their own gain), or b)Be a dip-shit with no clue regarding the value and explosiveness of said information. This tends to lead to meltdowns, schizophrenia, Mad Hatter-like behaviour, crankiness and/or anger-tantrums like a squirrel on crack due to the bottled-up nukes.
Most people lie somewhere in limbo between these two extremes. I believe I’m somewhere there, probably leaning more towards option 2a. I have a tendency to, well, follow people… No, not stalk; although I may frequently use that term, but I’m usually just exaggerating. To an extent. Kind of. Stop judging me. You do it too! Anyways, as I was saying, I find that in most situations, I usually gravitate towards one person (or more) and I tend to follow them around, not in a Chuckie-the-effed-up-neglected-child kind of way, but more like a curious observer or in certain cases, attention seeker.
For example, I recently attended a huge anniversary party where I happened to meet a rather interesting young fellow. He was probably in his twenties, quite smartly dressed, clean shaved, nothing particularly striking about him. He introduced himself, as did I, and that was that. For some reason (maybe it was because there were no other particularly interesting people at the party) I always kept an eye out for him. I think I actually managed to visually stalk the guy. Once again, I bet you guys do it too!
Mind you, I wasn’t the only one engaged in light visual stalking. He kept looking at me too. I caught the slight glances: >=D
a)On the dance floor.
b) At the dinner tables.
c) Near the drinks bar.
d) Out on the terrace.
e) At the buffet tables (TWICE).
If you’re a girl and you’re reading this, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about because you’ll have gone through it yourself, regardless of whether you’re Asian or not. We females just love the attention, don’t we girls?
Well, I guess these brief little observations (for lack of a better word that doesn’t make me sound like Alicia Silverstone’s character in that movie where she nearly kills her crush’s girlfriend and lands up in a loony-bin) keep things exciting, don’t they? ;)
Some people experience a yearning for gossip. This can range from a tiny curiosity to full blown obsession; the latter tends to be the funnier, juicier and/or just plain ol’ disastrous. Others experience a more subtle, yet somehow more dangerous outcome that consists of the urge to burrow for information in the most harmless ways possible and file it away carefully… slowly building the stash until it reaches a point where the information suddenly morphs into the carbon copy of the Hiroshima bomb.
This can, in turn, lead to two outcomes; the person will either a)Be blessed with a quick-thinking, sometimes conniving, mind that will put the nuclear bomb to good use (usually for their own gain), or b)Be a dip-shit with no clue regarding the value and explosiveness of said information. This tends to lead to meltdowns, schizophrenia, Mad Hatter-like behaviour, crankiness and/or anger-tantrums like a squirrel on crack due to the bottled-up nukes.
Most people lie somewhere in limbo between these two extremes. I believe I’m somewhere there, probably leaning more towards option 2a. I have a tendency to, well, follow people… No, not stalk; although I may frequently use that term, but I’m usually just exaggerating. To an extent. Kind of. Stop judging me. You do it too! Anyways, as I was saying, I find that in most situations, I usually gravitate towards one person (or more) and I tend to follow them around, not in a Chuckie-the-effed-up-neglected-child kind of way, but more like a curious observer or in certain cases, attention seeker.
For example, I recently attended a huge anniversary party where I happened to meet a rather interesting young fellow. He was probably in his twenties, quite smartly dressed, clean shaved, nothing particularly striking about him. He introduced himself, as did I, and that was that. For some reason (maybe it was because there were no other particularly interesting people at the party) I always kept an eye out for him. I think I actually managed to visually stalk the guy. Once again, I bet you guys do it too!
Mind you, I wasn’t the only one engaged in light visual stalking. He kept looking at me too. I caught the slight glances: >=D
a)On the dance floor.
b) At the dinner tables.
c) Near the drinks bar.
d) Out on the terrace.
e) At the buffet tables (TWICE).
If you’re a girl and you’re reading this, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about because you’ll have gone through it yourself, regardless of whether you’re Asian or not. We females just love the attention, don’t we girls?
Well, I guess these brief little observations (for lack of a better word that doesn’t make me sound like Alicia Silverstone’s character in that movie where she nearly kills her crush’s girlfriend and lands up in a loony-bin) keep things exciting, don’t they? ;)
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