Have you ever noticed how kids seem to get on your nerves, no matter how tiny they are in comparison to you. Kids (though not all of them) are amazingly, awe-inspiringly irritating.
Kids seem to come in different types. I could just forgive you for thinking that it's the pampered baby-elephant types who manage to take the piss out of you. Trust me, it's the scrawny ones that take the mickey outta me.
At this very moment, as I type these here sentences, the scrawny bugger is standing right next to me, watching intently at every word I type, not able to decipher shit(though I'm sure the stuff I type is not encrypted). This bairn here must be about 5 years old, but I'm pretty sure, he could successfully make an elephant shit in frustration. (no hyperbole).
It's the first time he's visited, Dad's C.A's son by the look of it. And somehow, my mom thinks the twirp is cute and oh so nice. Their parents think they're the greatest creation the almighty has blessed them with. /*Content edited due to fear of parents */. I'd rather not get into details, but I'm pretty sure this must have been the case(amazed at own imagination and sits with a proud smirk on his face).
These twirps follow some universal law of inverse proportion.
Size of twirp is inversely proportional to irritation quotient.
Smaller the twirp, the worse, with absolutely no language in common, he can still strike up a conversation with you, and having passed my grunt age 18 years ago, I can make nor head nor tail of what this guy is saying.
And these twirps always have to be the guys. Small girls don't talk to 20 year old part uncle/part bhaiyya looking dudes.
But the brighter side is, this twirp gets excited every time I switch over to the Goal.com website.
So I guess testosterone runs in his blood long before his balls are fully functional.
I'd call this twirp a young dude, but some one's warned me not to go around calling random guys dudes. I doubt that person will ever read my blog, but you never know.
If you've been troubled by young shitler's ever, pointers on how to piss them off will be appreciated. Leave a comment.
P.S: I found a way to piss the twirp off, I started writing my journals, this guy hung around for 2 minutes, before he realised that I was writing. Amazing how Sophophobia kicks in at such an early age in us guys eh? I'm perfectly sure, a small li'l girl would love to write and draw and (shudders at his own thought) .....you get the point.
He just turned his gross ass and left my vicinity and kept his distance(Must have thought I'm one of those nerdy types, Not to say I care). If it keeps him away, that's good enough for me.
2 comments:
lol...bichaara ws just sitting n saying smthing in an unknown language...u were once the same irritating twirp!...
i probably was....
but i certainly wasn't as active..i remember myself being quite the lazy kid in my childhood as well....
:D
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