Here I am. You needn't bother about my name or age or sex, but I want to talk with you is about myself. I want you to listen to what I say and avoid frequent interruptions during my speech.
People have been calling me a mama's boy and loudmouth and all that and today I wanna look at myself and see if there's something in myself that I haven't yet discovered. I feel, nowadays, I hardly get time to talk to my moma about what is happening in class, coz I am busy with studies. I do share a lot of things or maybe, everything happening in my class but what's the problem with that? I just don't get why my mates are so uncomfortable with that aspect of mine. Whenever I happen to talk about home, they call me MAMA's boy and that pisses me off.
Today, 9th of november, I am gonna put myself on scrutiny. As in I will record whatever actions I do in different places and different situations. I will look at myself from the perspective of a 3rd person and see if my friends make a sense when they call me a pussy.
I wake up at 6 in the morning by listening to the annoying sound of alarm. I stop it and lives mechanically for the next half an hour by spending time on brushing, going to the toilet and dressing up for school.
At 7 am, I go to the kitchen and see what my mom is preparing. I spend half an hour in the kitchen, sitting on a stool and watching my mother prepare food for my sister and father. I would have eaten enough for breakfast before my mother even serves food for us.
I go to school right after my father wakes up.
At school, I hate the bunch of boys who gather around and engage in discussions on wrestling and rock music. I make friends mostly with girls and of late I realise that most of the girls in my class find me ridiculous. omg, I never knew they were such back-bitching bitches. They know that I will slap them if they speak a word which I don't like. <<>
As soon as the school gets over, I go home but that is not because I wanna see moma, like some stupid boys think. But it is because I can't stand the sight of seeing some rash boys playing football in the muddy ground of our school after school gets over and get their white uniforms stinky and disgusting by the end of the day.
I go home and at home I spend just half an hour talking with my mom before going to sit on the study desk for the next 4 hours.
At school, I am the smartest kid and people are jealous of that. That's the only reason people hate mw. To all my critiques, all I got to say is, BE Jealous!