AND I DON’T GIVE A SHIT. REALLY.

Two short podcasts in and I’m already starting to get a ton of hate mail. Not that it bothers me. In fact, I’ve gotten so used to receiving them, dozens a day when I’m lucky, in the other blogs that I authored in the past, that I actually enjoy them now. I don’t get off by annoying people and provoking them to send me hate mail and leave positively barbaric comments, though. It’s not my life and I’m not about to start making it so. It’s just one of the finer things in life that I enjoy. These writers and commenters are so stupid that my already higher-than-usual sense of self-worth is escalated even further. For that, I guess I’m gonna have to thank my most persistent rude commenter, STFU.

And yeah, these people hate me for one thing. My English accent. I have no idea why they are under the impression that my accent can lead to nose-and-ear-bleeds and eventually a significant amount of splattering of grey matter. I beginning to suspect the involvement of a third-world-wasteland-edition green monster in these occurrences. They’re probably just jealous, yeah, finally realizing that they will never be able to pick up an English accent properly. That may be one of the reasons. But I guess we can point the finger, almost entirely, to their being Pinoy (Filipinos). Yep, the hate messages and uncivilized comments regarding my English accent, all of them, came from barbarians Pinoys.

See, most Pinoys have this peculiar habit of making fun of (READ: getting scandalized by) things that are different. Not normal, according to their standards. They are, quite fascinatingly, led to believe that different equals disgusting. Apparently, they have been so used to hearing the American accent that they’ve made it like a standard of sorts. You don’t speak it and you’re weird. And you should get hate mail from unworthy bastards.

It’s the fear of change and deviance that cripples the Filipino society. Instead of investigating things that they consider as different and finding out if they’re worth giving a try, they chicken out. They’d rather be stupid than leave their own comfort zones. It’s pathetic. They hear my English accent, think it’s weird, and hate me for being different. Heck, even native English speakers don’t think that I am bastardizing their language nor their accent. I’m not surprised at all that these people have been in such a mess for so long and yet they don’t even know it. They won’t even notice it even if it hits them right between the balls.