Now that I am settled (from my trip) I need to address something that happened when I was on vacation.
I promised myself I will face this issue head on. Some of my friends said do not dignify it, some said let it go, The Rock said don’t talk about it, it doesn’t exist.
I will address this in my own terms. You know why? 1. because I am so sick and tired of people talking about me like they know me 2. because I can.
Addressing it will not solve the issue. People will still talk no matter what. I just want the people concerned know that I know.
I will use whatever power I have. And that’s why you are reading about this now.
I was right smack in the middle of my holiday with my kids when I received a text from Vinny who was all the way in Bali. He said he just received a text from his close friend, let’s call her “friend.” I know all of Vinny’s close friends. They’re like my kids, too.
He forwarded to me “friend’s” text.
Vinny asked “friend” to take pictures of these people. And he forwarded the pictures to me.
When Vinny told me this I just laughed about it. Vinny said they’re probably just your followers.
When I saw the pictures the more I thought yea, they’re probably just followers ’cause I did not know any of them.
I sent the pictures to the chatroom on Facebook of my group in Cebu and asked them if they know these people.
When they told me who these people are and know who these people are close to, I knew right then and there that they are not my followers.
They are my haters.
I was given a background of these people. The well known chismosas in school.
I threw it in the wind and forgot about it and continued to enjoy my time with my kids.
So, now that I am back help me understand, please.
How can you talk about someone who you don’t know, someone you haven’t met in person? How can you talk about someone like you know them?
I don’t know you, I have not met you in person. You probably know or heard about me from someone close to you who claimed that she knows a lot about me. When in reality I only know this person for 9 months.
9 months. That’s how long that so called friendship lasted.
I really don’t care about you. I know you will continue to talk about me up to your death bed.
Thank you that you wasted your time talking about me during your dinner in Maya restaurant. I must be that important to you.
You talk about me while you’re on vacation with your daughter in Cebu? Isn’t that a little way too pathetic?
You talk about me while you just recently lost a son? That didn’t change you? That is so sad.
One of the reasons why I hate going home to Cebu is because of people like you. Who doesn’t do anything but waste time talking about other people.
It made me value the friends I have now and for that, thank you.
It made me more thankful of my life and for that, thank you.
Thank you that I did not meet you in this lifetime.
Moral of the story: make sure when you go out you look good.