There has always got to be someone, in any place whatsoever, who has to play the coveted role of a baddie.
One who makes it seem easier in comparison to scale a mountain somewhere in the Himalayas, than actually have others try their darndest best to get along with.
One who everyone feels obliged to give a strained smile and a forced greeting to, for the fear of getting into the person’s bad books.
One who seems to exude an indomitable aura of doom and gloom, turning your insides into ice if you happened to step within a ten-foot radius of his or her presence.
One who appears to make everyone else shrink and cower away like scraggly mice at the mere sight of him or her.
One who possess the ability to make others’ mouths form a resounding “no” a la Edvard Munch’s The Scream.
But others do not usually make it known to you that they feel the same way about you, too.
Reputation, reputation. I have mine to keep; you have yours. I would hate to let the others down; how about you?
Oh, but we will never know.
It takes more than two to play the game. It always does.
But who will win this time around, I wonder.
Place your bets, now.
(While I usually agonise over the usage of commas at work, I, too, have a question of the day: should it be “one who…” or “one whom…”?)