Tuesday, April 6, 2010 . 4/06/2010 10:10:00 PM

Pity. I'm always meeting people that give me looks full of just that. 

Yup. I'm father-less, in a way. I'm poor. My grades are terrible. I've never been that lucky in my life. 

But that's something I really don't like. It's nice that people are nice to you because of that, but I'm always not sure what they are thinking after that. 

Pity is something I really don't need. I don't need people to be nice to me just because my life is bad. But I don't need people to rub in their fortunes to me either. 

Whenever I feel someone pitying me, I'll act nonchalant, when in fact, it's unnerving me. Then, there's the stage of avoidance. A nicer term would be "space". Having some space to counter some of the anger of being reminded. I may not be angry with the Pity-er, but more to the fact. You know, the "whys" in life. But oh wells, I can't stop people from pitying. 

I think I'm lucky though. I've read stories that there are people who are worse off, and I have some great friends I can rely on and temporarily forget my problems and love me for who I am. So I really thank them, for I may just go over to the dark side of my life. 

Imagine! Vi as a gangster! Who knows? That could have happen!