Ever heard the reality show, “My Big, Fat, Obnoxious Fiance”? No? Screw you! Just kidding. It’s where a lady was to be given a huge amount of money if she takes part in a fake wedding engagement to a man who deserved the title of the show. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for the lady’s family who weren’t aware of the huge laugh trip they had been giving the audiences. The fiancé, Steve, represents a true blue obnoxious person, someone you wouldn’t mind prowling around, (like a hungry lion), as long as he’s not near you.

Ever met one? No? C’mon! You ought to know one. You see, obnoxious people are like, everywhere nowadays. I don’t know if there’s any course for it, or people just find life easier if their obnoxious. When you go to public CRs, their memoirs are there. When you eat in a restaurant, they’re on the next table. Even when you’re at home, they’re right in the room across-your brother’s! They contribute nothing in this world but their despicable viruses. Oh how I’m dying to throw them out of this planet! Still, the sad and depressing fact is that it’s kind of hard to slap how obnoxious they are right in their faces. It’s too mean, if you ask me.

Anyway, I guess that’s just the paradox of life. And as long as I’m not one of them, I won’t be much affected. It just stinks to hear the fact that, like a ghost among a hundred people, there will always be an obnoxious one lurking around, leaving its traces behind.