Yours is without doubt a monologue. I prefer a dialogue, not with you - hell no - but just someone who understands the dynamics of a conversation between two person or more. A five-year-old has a better grasp of emotional intelligence than you do.
You masticate your sashimi with your mouth open and in the process pulsating saliva at your opposite diner and finally into his beef sukiyaki. There goes the Wagyu beef slices.
Will you shut the fuck up? I didn't think so because your Narcissus syndrome is almost visible as your precarious posture is perched too near by the pond. If you fall into the pond, I can't save you because I forgot how to swim - backstroke is not going to save you either but that's my only offer.
No, don't shut the fuck up because you are still sore over the 450k (or was it billions?) deal that you lost because you placed your business acumen on the wrong continent? Just be quiet, I'm not quite finish yet even if you repeat your 450k and billions because it makes me go to sleep.
Illustrating your shaky geographical sense with such confidence is truly remarkable when the map tells you Australia is also a continent and so is Africa. Are you surprised? Well, I'm not. Yes, I already know Europe is also a continent and no, Africa is not a country. I say, place your next 450k and billions on a continent called China. Yes, it is a continent because you said so earlier and with much conviction: ''The next continent that's going to be richer than the others. China."
*Observation in a Japanese restaurant.
Was seated next to a table with a man - and another man whom barely spoke - who messed with the continents and bragged about his 450k over and over. I wanted very much to use my spoon and flip some of my chawanmushi at him.

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