Ugly

By: Sneha

Even after Julia Roberts in ‘Pretty Woman’ taught us to be careful: you never know who you’re being mean to, we still have nasty people out there who are rude for no reason.  Never judge a book by its cover, right?  So why do people still do it?  Is it an insecurity, a lack of confidence, or just a snotty “I’m better than you” attitude?  Regardless, there is still way too much “ugly” out there.

*Disclaimer: Even though most are thinking it, I’m about to say it (as an opinion and a rant) so if you continue to read, I warn you…it’s a bit judgmental.

Seriously, how miserable do you have to be in life when you lash out at the poor Starbucks guy knowing he’s super busy and under-staffed?  Calm down buttercup, you won’t die if he doesn’t get your “venti double shot, soy, no whip whatever” exactly right.  Or the sweet overworked lady at the busy lunch place around the corner who has been on her feet serving, seating, and bussing while you sit on your fat ass complaining about not receiving that refill of your martini.  Is it the mere obnoxious assumption that you think you’re entitled?  Is it because you think if you’re miserable then everyone should be?  I hate when I’m a witness to this; yes, we all have somewhere to be, we all have bad days, and we all have problems but come on people!  I’ll be the first to agree that you don’t have to smile at everyone that comes your way much less say hello, but don’t be an ass!  If you’re miserable, stay at home.  It’s really that simple.  Don’t make eye contact with anyone, look down when you walk, try to avoid conversations and just wallow silently.  No need to share your negative energy.  And if you must be present in public, worst case, fake it!

I grew up in South Texas where fortunately I never had to deal with this ‘ugly’ issue.  But then I moved to the big city and DAMN!  Big change; not only in materialistic expectations but in social norms.  Everyone lived in their own bubble.  Full makeup, cute hair and work-out gear was acceptable for shopping and daytime dining regardless of whether you had or was on your way to workout.  You were judged on what brand you strutted, who you were with, how you dressed, and what vehicle you drove.  It was crazy.  It became common to be judged and treated on these materialistic facets.  It was there I met my first true “ugly” person.  Even as a first-time victim, you can always tell the truly “ugly” ones.  So, with her caked-on makeup, fake lashes, and designer outfit/shoes (gifted by whom I can only assume is her sugar daddy) I thought: Bobby Brown might have served you better on your breakfast than on that fake face.  I wish there was a pill for this semi-incurable disease but for now, here’s something to remember:

 

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