Homeless Diver

May 11, 2008

They don’t understand privacy and the desire to be alone

Filed under: illness, privacy — Tags: , , — JD @ 3:50 am

Not everyone, just the ones that I seem to run into here on Boracay. People on the hillside have this thing for staring point-blank at you. Carrying bags? Everyone will look to see what you have and talk about your purchase in Tagalog.

At the expense of having people say ‘there he goes again talking down about the locals…’, I will admit this about my personal stereotypes: I assosiate this behavior with low-class, uncouth, and people of diminished intelligence. These are people that I refuse to associate with, here or back west. In the USA its like walking thru a trailer park. I refuse to be that poor and stupid again. Have all the pride you want! Seriously, whatever make you feel good about yourself - but don’t think for a second that means everyone else doesn’t think of you as the guttersnipe that you are. I made my own way off the streets and even continued a private education while homeless for a few weeks. I spent my time in jail. I made my own way in this world. I turned down offers from family because they were all attached with strings. I joined the military and afterwards left my own damn country just to be successful! I have no sympathy for those that choose not to.

Yes, I look down upon such people. They are free to sit and watch Jerry Springer all day (or Pinoy Prime here) but I do not have to like them. I have every right to dismiss them.

Ole girl came back after fixing herself for the night. I told her I felt like shit and only wanted to lay down for the night. I had to flat out tell her to get out so I could lock the door for the night…in or out. Simple. She didn’t get it. She wanted to hang around, talk about how she was going out to the bars (w/o actually leaving anytime soon), our friend james could tell I was getting agitated and stayed outside…she cant take a clue even when its said aloud.  I know what she would have done only because shes done it repeatedly - she piddles around like that for an hour then calls me out of the room to come lock the door behind her.

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