There are some people, some peculiar people, who likes me. I don't know if it's good-luck or bad-luck. Maybe it's peculiar luck.
There are some guys who thinks, they need a little extra attention, which nobody is giving. Sometimes, I'm really confused with these guys. Are they suffering from inferiority-complex or superiority-complex. Most of the time I'm satisfied with the fact that, they are better (at least, they think) than other. And they want to be popular among others. These types of people are always trying to get attention from others. You might come across some of these types. (They are not very rare specimen in a world swarming or rather overflowing with people.)
You could meet them virtually in any place. They are the type who are always trying to be little louder without any apparent reason, might have some flashy outfit or flashy outlook. In whatever form you see them, you'll find all off them are doing the same thing. They are shouting, (not with audible sound, with their whole behavior) 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me'.
What I usually do, when I meet any of these people, is just ignoring. Then after some tries, they usually get board and angry and leaves me eventually. But some of them are really enthusiastic. They keep on trying.
Some of these people are so desperate that, they can do almost anything for a show-off. Even if, it makes them peculiar, never ever try to make them aware of it. What they will inevitably realize is 'Good I'm getting attention'.
I once made this mistake. And one of my juniors got so excited that, somehow I became something like a beta tester. He digs out many weird dresses and then his prime directive is to stick with me, whole day. Somehow he figured out, I am a popular person. (God knows how he got the idea). And being with me can make him popular. So here he is, always trying to stick with me whenever, wherever I'm seen. (And actually, I'm starting to get popularity. But just because of having a specimen like him). And he somehow found out my Blog. (I'll shoot the bastard who gave the address). And now I have to take his picture every-time he wears something new.
Any idea how can I cure (or get rid of) him?
There are some guys who thinks, they need a little extra attention, which nobody is giving. Sometimes, I'm really confused with these guys. Are they suffering from inferiority-complex or superiority-complex. Most of the time I'm satisfied with the fact that, they are better (at least, they think) than other. And they want to be popular among others. These types of people are always trying to get attention from others. You might come across some of these types. (They are not very rare specimen in a world swarming or rather overflowing with people.)
You could meet them virtually in any place. They are the type who are always trying to be little louder without any apparent reason, might have some flashy outfit or flashy outlook. In whatever form you see them, you'll find all off them are doing the same thing. They are shouting, (not with audible sound, with their whole behavior) 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me', 'Look At Me'.
What I usually do, when I meet any of these people, is just ignoring. Then after some tries, they usually get board and angry and leaves me eventually. But some of them are really enthusiastic. They keep on trying.
Some of these people are so desperate that, they can do almost anything for a show-off. Even if, it makes them peculiar, never ever try to make them aware of it. What they will inevitably realize is 'Good I'm getting attention'.
I once made this mistake. And one of my juniors got so excited that, somehow I became something like a beta tester. He digs out many weird dresses and then his prime directive is to stick with me, whole day. Somehow he figured out, I am a popular person. (God knows how he got the idea). And being with me can make him popular. So here he is, always trying to stick with me whenever, wherever I'm seen. (And actually, I'm starting to get popularity. But just because of having a specimen like him). And he somehow found out my Blog. (I'll shoot the bastard who gave the address). And now I have to take his picture every-time he wears something new.
Any idea how can I cure (or get rid of) him?
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