what's with...?

What's with drivers who insist on hogging the parking lot just to wait for that one spot near the lift, when the rest of the parking spots in the next few levels are virtually empty? Does it really make that much of a difference, those few seconds of walking? Or is it just the whole kiasuism at work, bent on getting the 'best' spot no matter what. 

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What's with Aunties/Uncles who insist upon riding their bicycles/trishaws on the main road, in CBD, during peak hours? Do they think this is still Singapore in the 1970s? I mean, it takes a lot of self control not to get mad. I know I should be tolerant, and that I shouldn't get mad at really old people who might be doing that to make a living. But what happens when you're the car driving behind he/she who rides on the merging lane, holding up the entire the traffic while the rest of the automobiles behind you start honking at you as if it's your fault? Still keeping cool?

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What's with people who stare? Men who stare and women who stare. Looking's alright. After all, it's virtually impossible to walk on the streets without lingering for more than a second on a person, or persons. But staring is a whole different matter altogether. To be unbearably cliched - 'take a picture, it'll last longer.' I think it's the intrinsic tendency for people to be judgmental. People can claim to be open-minded and non-judgmental, but we are flawed after all, and generally bitchy by nature. So whether or not we voice it out, we still judge people/things/circumstances based on our own code of morality or sense and sensibility. It might not necessarily be bad judgments all the time. People could possibly stare and be thinking, "oh he's so good looking", or "what she's wearing is simply awesome." But stare back at those who stare at you, and very often you can see from their eyes that their judgments aren't necessarily the most favourable towards you. 

Call me skeptical, bitter, whatever. But it's more often than not, true. 

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I think it's sad and slightly sick that as petty humans, we find enjoyment in other people's misery - as long as the misery's not a matter of life and death or "global misery" such as war, starvation...things like that. But say an ex schoolmate who used to have it all - beauty, brains, suitors etc etc has now turned chubby and is stuck in a dead end job. While a part of you might feel sorry for her, the devilish part will secretly rejoice and proclaim that god is fair after all. 

Okay, so you're not that evil. But say a dude who's not the traditional hunk, and is neither exceptionally rich nor talented, exudes so much self-confidence that girls seem to like him despite his not-so-attractive exterior, would you likely be: a. happy for him and think that he deserves it? or b. think: why him? i'm so much better looking/smarter/richer? Now be honest to yourself. Which option more closely reflect what you instinctively feel? 

If you were a girl, and a random hot girl (who's not a model) on the streets shows off her beautiful legs in candy coloured hotpants. Would you be inclined to think: a. ola chica! nice legs! or b. so slutty! 

Now if you happen to spot some cellulite, would you be secretly glad? 

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Anyway, what I'm trying to say is: what's with the lack of consideration, the poison, the bile? 

Take it from the hippies (without the pot), and spread some love. 

Then again, isn't it ironic that here I am, bitchin' about the lack of love?