Basagan, Pussywagon-style

I get really amused whenever someone tries to make me feel bad by telling me I’m promiscuous and egoistic. It doesn’t work, because I AM promiscuous and egoistic, totally acknowledged. You don’t kill me using my own weapon. Really.

The comment:

“I am caught by your blog description “Going againsts the typical pretty girl image”. How can you go againsts something you are not? You might be sexy in your own context but being “sexy” and pretty are two different things.”

“This post is oozing with bitterness masked by self-inflated ego. What a pitiful creature you are. You are not special. In fact, you might be a bit lesser than the norm individual. I am not saying this based on your promiscuous behavior. There are lots of promiscuous persons there that are really one of a kind. But sad to burst your bubble… it isn’t you. You are just a plain jane trying to be something hence the self-declared promiscuity. Guys love promiscuous women, but they can’t stand fake sense of superiority of girls.”

“Tsk. Feeling alpha-female. That should be your blog description.”

Interesting. I actually toyed with the idea of deleting this. Usually I react to this type of messages with a derisive snort. Yes, this is not the first time I’ve received comments like yours, and my favorite part of the whole thing is me sending a go-fuck-yourself-and-make-your-blog-as-good-as-mine message to the kupal sender. Of course I didn’t publish those comments. Just compare me to a restaurant manager having the right to refuse entrance to certain diners/patrons at his discretion. This should be damn embarrassing for me, right?

But no, I will indulge you with my observations. It’s 3 am, my cats are asleep, those three guys in my bed (I can’t survive with just one guy, I’m promiscuous, remember?) are already snoring from exhaustion and I don’t feel like using my 12-inch vibrator and anal beads to continue where they left off…yeah, I’m pretty much bored out of my skull. Yes, pretty and sexy are two different things. I KNOW that, dimwit. Take note that the “sexy” bit didn’t come from me, it came from you. So does this mean you think I’m sexy? Nah.  Wishful thinking, no? I’m blabbering, sorry.

Chuckle.

The “pretty” part? By God, you missed the whole point. I assume you didn’t read the entire blog, or did you?

That post? It IS bitter. I wrote it exactly the way it should be, brimming with eloquent bitterness. I wouldn’t have it any other way. If it’s not bitter, then I failed as a writer. The ego? It IS inflated, c’mon. At least, according to you. It is subjective, anyway. So…what are you gonna do about it?

The last part..ahh, my favorite part of your comment. See, I’m kinda torn here. I have a strong feeling you know me personally, but if that’s the case, how could someone from my own intimate and trusted circle write something so… wrong about me? Now, if you happen to be someone I don’t know, well, hell, that’s your opinion, one you can never really substantiate.

John Keats, I may have an idea who you are or which group you belong to. You could be (a) One of HIS friends dead set at getting back at me because I had the guts to take my revenge on their wuss of a comrade, (b) One of my colleagues, possibly a writer, who really, really hate my guts, or (c) one of those guys whose sexual innuendoes I have turned down repeatedly. But the force suggests that you are a woman, which makes things even more delightful here. Bitches really hate my guts, don’t they?

About my infamous promiscuity…Lord, you really made me chuckle here. I am promiscuous because I enjoy sex, not because I’m trying to be somebody. Leave this alone, dear. Guys who have had the opportunity to shove it up mine more than three times are the only ones who have the authority on the subject of my promiscuity. So…did I sleep with you? If I did, then damn, you’re one lucky bloke (or bitch). Count your blessings, you should.

As always, I respect other people’s comments, but this one has deadly malice written all over it, and I’m inclined to respond to it. If the intent here is to break me and make me feel like “a plain jane trying to be something,” this is not working. I’m so protected by my inflated ego that comments like that just bounce off to oblivion.

Fine, mayabang na ako. Sige na, feeling diyosa ako. Haha. Okay.

Whoever the hell you are, admit it…You ARE fascinated with me and what I write about. You may hate me, but you can’t get enough of my material. I get on your nerves because I don’t give a flying fuck about what other people think and I have the chutzpah to write about stuff that most women wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. Di masama mainggit, te. Tao ka lang eh. Natural yan. Pero kung mangyuyurak ka ng dangal ng ibang tao dahil sa inggit mo, ibang usapan na yan. Tsk. Loser lang.

Next time you attempt to piss me off, please, try harder. You do not bring knives to a gunfight. For me, you bring out your badass rocket launcher and pray to God that I get even just one scratch. Remember, you are dealing with an inflated ego. Keep it up though, I love receiving fan mail. LOL.

Xoxo,

Pussywagon

P.S. I see you’re still trying to piss me off with more comments. Sige lang, dear. I’m not gonna dissect those “mediocre” comments anymore (oops, that came from you, right?) baka isipin mo naman importante ka. Sige na nga, have fun at my expense, dear. It’s the least I can do for creatures like you. It’s obvious you got nothing better to do…loser. 

Advertisement