Popularity.

Before, I never thought that popularity in school was anything serious, let alone real. It was something I thought only Western schools had. Well, I was wrong. The best part of it all was that I never knew about the struggles of popularity till now – two years after high school, and I heard it from someone else.

I don’t want to stretch on the details. So instead of writing about what someone told me, this article is going to be about…. stuff.

Popularity meant nothing to me. Not than, not now, and most likely not ever. In high school, what I can remember, apart from studying (what little I did) and extra curriculum activities was just watching anime, reading manga, playing games, and talking about all this with my friends. Thinking back I can only remember those sweet happy-go-lucky days – tomorrow was always a day away, today was always a carefree day. The far future was so far ahead it was irrelevant. Seeing my friend’s everyday, the world didn’t go beyond our own. Of course, today it’s different, but that’s another story.

Two years after high school I have become even more oblivious about popularity and face vale. The opinion of others meant little before, now they mean nothing to me. Here’s my philosophy, we are what we choose to be. No one can say otherwise. If someone demoralizes you, you bite, chew, swallow, and shit it out; or, you tell the bastard to go fuck himself. Both reactions are for two distinctly different groups of people; the first is for people you can learn from. The second is for the assholes that think they know better.

My belief is that the public is an uncaring piece of stone. What you do, what you say, it wont bother them, there will be no reaction. Unless, what you do happens to collide with the victim’s interest.

Till this day, from ten years ago (I hope I’m not exaggerating) I still remember what my good friend Arif once said – We we’re at McDonalds having lunch. I got tomato sauce on my shirt. I became embarrassed and tried very hard to get it off, after awhile, the movie we bought tickets for was about to show and I was still trying to scrub the stain off my white shirt. Than my friend Arif told me in a jovial manner, “Forget about it! No one is going to point and laugh. Nobody cares.” And so we went for the movie, and the tomato sauce was still there. The point is, nobody cares.

Those two words became my creed. And as I got older, these words just seem to grow stronger. Nobody cares. But wait – than should I not care as well? That’s an argument for another day. Just because nobody cares, should I do the same?