All Girls,
Read up! This is a must read issue of my posting!! This is a real-life situation that happens to some girls and unfortunately now is happening to me!
I’ve been keeping this too long to myself, and i’ve remained the utmost silent about it because i would like to keep my professionalism and my focus on my job, my career and my performance.
But, tonight, its time to spill it into the blog.
Before that, let me ask you one thing- not because American Idol finals is due in 2 days, but because i really really wanna know: What does it feel like to be an idol? To be copied, to be envied, to be followed every item, every purchase?
I think i have been trapped into the Mean Girls Syndrome.
Not because i’m mean, but because literally, me writing this blog about this matter sounds mean. Truth be told, i would rather not write about i, but anyway, she is not on my Friends list, so she wouldn’t know- so, i can carry on being oblivious about it.
Ok, here it is- the blatant truth: I have an office mate who has becomed the "Wannabe of Me". Have you ever come across a person who buys the shoes you buy, manicures her nails exactly like you and today, she walked into the office with my trademark bag. Yes, my red kilang bag, the item she once scorn because she says its hideous. Well, guess what, she now wears it on her shoulder in the colour green.
Why is it that its so difficult for some people to become their own "selves"? Its like they lack originality, confidence or faith in being them.
I actually don’t really mind the many coincidences that happens, but this is something that bothers me a little. Its like as if i’m being humiliated for being me. And worst, i really dont wanna be associated with her, because she isnt a person, she is a wannabe person. Its funny how i used to think that she was so real. Now, she just lack a lot of originality its getting very damn pathetic.
Worst, everybody knows. Everybody who works in the company comes up to me and smirk- "Hey, somebody has made you their Idol. huh…??". Yuck. Double Yuck. Then we hurry off behind the cubicle and laugh about her and her copied nails and her copied shoes. When she comes and turns her bag, everybody laughs at her. And she doesnt even know it. In fact, we think she feels on top of the world because she has finally braced herself to become the "Making of the next ME!". Horror! Horror! The truth is, she is playing her own game, she is her own enemy, her own competition- because nobody else is playing this game with her. Not me, not anyone. I am way more adult than this. I am not a wannabe who reciprocates to this Wannabe. I am a "Let it Be" dude. I let things be and lets her realize her own humiliation.
I rang up Aziz Bakar today and told him the whole story, but also told him that he has to listen from a girl’s point of view, and respond from a girl’s point of view also. Because, only girls deal with all these idiosyncrasies. Right. So much in relying on him to give me a hypothetical answer.
He reminded me that if i reacted in sarcasm to the Wannabe, it will only be detrimental, and it would not let me have any gain, and that i should be focusing on my job, and do my job well.. and perhaps look at this as a big compliment.
So, i realized that i have been doing that all these while. I have been too busy with work that i tend to ignore and forget that the Wannabe wanna be my friend. I become absorbed into my world once i walked into the office that these things are forgotten. To a certain extent, i forgot to utter my sarcasm when i could have uttered it so cleverly to her.
Now ladies, what is so bad about having your bags, shoes, the Ipod and nails copied?
Its not bad, its actually a compliment. But me, i’m a low-profile, low-key candidate, i dont need copycats. Copycats annoys me. I mean, you can buy one thing which is the same, but the long list of copying my every item? Thats very weird.
Why is it that some girls become Wannabes while some girls have their own identity?
You dont need to be Einstein to appear to the world what you really really are… you just have to be YOU.
So, the bad thing about being a Wannabe is that you tend to want to be like others when you really cant. And you tried so hard that you failed miserably and thus become apparent to the world that you have becomed an ultimate photocopy machine who can’t operate without her idol.
And that is really sad, because even babies have identities, but she has.. well, i’d rather her buy another photocopy machine.
Either tat or my presentation skills is of the level of Bill Clinton- thanks to those long years of debating in UIA!
