Another fucked up portion of my polluted organism.
For sure, a lot of us, if not all, at one point in our lives, have intruded somebody else's individuality, may it be on purpose or unintended. However, the other end can only take too much of tresspasing, naturally. I personally HATE it when somebody messes with my stuff, let alone my character, my whole being. In a little way, it somehow frustrates me too, because I would clearly think of a modus of how I can make this certain person not loathe an established part of me, and restrict him or her from needlessly commenting on my lifestyle.
Allow me to give you a concrete example.
The World Cup. FIFA. It was a craze a couple of months back. I never watched soccer that religiously (at all, even) in my life, hence the disturbance some people I know got induced by. I question their being so concern, when nothing about soccer can even seriously jeopardize my life. OK. I admit that I got myself into that sport initially because of some delicious visuals on the field. However, through the course of the tournament, I have learned the rules, the fouls, and basically everything about it just by watching the damn thing. I'm being defensive, I know. It bothers me how somebody can even be so intrigued by how quick my adoption of the fanaticism was. And it annoys the heck out of me, how eager they investigate on your obsession's history. Yes, I may have jumped on a certain bandwagon or two. But what is wrong with that? It's a matter of choice to begin with, and I simply enjoy the experiences it hauls. Yes, and the "I know everything about 'this' now" feeling that comes along with it. This is just a tiny piece of a little percentage that I smile about each day, and yet it's still incalculably disheartening to have these numbskulls predatorily cause a quietly happy person feel miserable about her choices. Only because she luxuriates in the simplest, craziest, and most random things.
I'm not only disgruntling about the above mentioned, that is just too shallow for a blog entry. But theoretically, many other fields of my personage that these idiots perseveringly and dedicatedly try to further examine on, and potentially decimate. Now I know how it must feel to be a celebrity, unwantedly bombarded by the objectionable behavior besetting your entity.
I can only take too much intermeddling, pestering, and sniveling, right? Gosh. I love my life.