Bashing A Basher

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So it seems that I am somewhat famous, at least around my social circle, because I have a hater.  And this hater of mine is someone who really does not deserve my attention- for the sole reason that I find him cheap.

There, I am a hater too. 

I must confess, I am secretly annoyed of what he puts out there in social media, I just don’t make it known to the public.  My bashing was confined within my consciousness (and to some friends who have the same wavelength as mine). 



Well, how could you not cringe at someone who posts anything and everything on Facebook every 15 minutes-either on his wall or his stories?  The thing is that most of his posts are squirm-worthy pictures or videos-seventy five percent of the time, his photos are filtered which is not an accurate representation of how he really looks like.  Sometimes he (or his wife and kids, and I question his judgment here) are beyond recognition to the point of lying. 

Then this will be followed-up with a post about god, or self-appreciation, or his struggles in his daily life.  But his pictures tell otherwise because a few minutes later, you will see a photo of him in the shortest swimming trunks, which I’ve been told called vajayjay shorts, trying to fish for compliments.  But how can you compliment a flab of an ab disguised by inhaling until you turn blue?  And how can you give credit to his manliness when there is a non-existent bulge? 

Okay, I’m sorry.  This is mean but I was triggered so bad after he made a comment in one of my pictures  wherein my only intention was to announce that I supported a good cause.  Humble bragging, which is what social media is all about.    

The thing is, I never bothered to say anything about his life or what have you, even if I am already annoyed, every single damn day.  The second things is, I did not make my comments public. 



But oh boy, he crossed the line this time.  The post I am referring to is a photo of myself after finishing a 5K run. 

His comment got into my nerves, but I think it affected more my friends than myself.  Well what he said was sexist, ignorant and borderline rude.  He said that with my size (insinuating that I am big, which at that point I take as a compliment), I should have done a half marathon and not a 5K.  He added that the event I finished were for girls- sissies in other words. 

What a moron.  Again, I am sorry but the emotion, and not common sense is speaking now. 

He did not understand the reason for this 5K event so he did not have any right to criticize me.  Number one, the event did not have any other category-it’s all 5K.  So even if I was dying to run my ass off doing a half marathon, there would be no other way. 

Number two, it was a fund-raising event.  I did not care if I win or not.  My reason for being there was to support the event and try to finish it.  I could care less if I was first or last, it was freaking 30 degrees outside and winning was the last thing on my mind.  My main goal was not to freeze my nipples off. 

Number three, I think that the distance of a run is not a measure of one’s sexuality or gender.  Any woman could out-run the heck of any man, any time of the day regardless of temperature, regardless of any caveats and regardless of any if’s and what not’s.     



So I have no idea where his hatred was coming from. 

I think it was coming from envy.  A few months prior, when he would message me personally out of the blue, he would always mention that I am so well off-financially, that I live a pampered and easy life, compared to his life, which he publicly and flauntingly advertised as a challenging one, and that he is above his struggles. Well, brava for him. 

There is no need for him to congratulate me because of the fact that my posts are about my travels, or shows I’ve seen, or meals I have eaten.  Almost everyone do this.  And I do not post to saturate everyone’s timeline.  I just make my presence felt from time to time. 

I don’t think he had an idea that some people chose not to post everything on social media.  We all have struggles.  What I post on my account are happy and positive experiences, and not photos of me in trunks or wearing silly hats while singing karaoke in constipated passion-with my face doing contortions of all sorts, as if a big one is about to pass through.

I know when I don’t look good in pictures so I will not post them.  I don’t filter.  I delete posts.  It is better than lyin….err editing. 

Or maybe it is not hatred that prompted his comment.  Maybe it’s just ignorance. 

But the thing is he has a college degree.  And he is a devout Catholic and he never fails to remind his followers to not put other people down (the way he is putting me down). 



My knee-jerk reaction was to block or restrict him on Facebook.  I wanted so bad to limit what he can see in me in my social media and my life.  Well, newflash:  I don’t bare my soul there.  Social media, like what I’ve said, is a subtle way to brag about your hashtag-blessed life.  But my bragging has a limit.  I don’t want to end up hating myself on instagram. 

I wanted to stop the source of his greed and envy. 

But then, I paused for a moment and thought…that will be killing all the fun, right?

So I promised myself to get more Likes on my post so that it will flood his Timeline and then….annoy the hell out of him.  

February 10, 2020