Essentially, these are people who hate themselves.
Here’s a story:
Loneliness is a deadly germ bomb. Cesar was extremely lonely. He was a teacher in one of the universities of Manila. He had very few friends and people avoided him. He was difficult, bitchy and painfully negative.
He liked watching movies alone and he would write occasional reviews which he would submit to a number of papers. He never liked the movies he watched. But he took joy in lambasting everyone and everything in the movies he saw.
Cesar would get into fights with fellow teachers. He shouted at an English teacher who wrote him a note with a grammatical error. He condescended at everyone in sight. He really had a bad habit for everyone for every occasion. He flaunted his superiority (in truth, his inferiority) to everyone. He said, he was the best. He knew everything. Everything was mediocre but him.
Until one day, a young lady professor of good manners and right conduct, whom he humiliated a couple of weeks earlier because he hated the color of her dress, could not contain her manners and her anger anymore, challenged him to a fist fight. Suntukan nalang tayo! fumed the lady teacher. Arrogant Cesar retreated. But did this stop him from berating everyone insight? No. Although he would avoid the tigress of the teacher who challenged him to a fistfight, he continued to make life for many people painful.
One day, Cesar suffered from a heart attack in the faculty room. He died. The story was there was another teacher in the room who could have saved him. The teacher just looked at him and walked away.
Moral of the story: It’s actually easier to be nice than difficult. Try it. Or suffer the fate of lonely, bitter, bitchy Cesar.
Look around, there a few Cesars around. Let’s pray for them. Just as we pray for Cesar’s departed soul.
To all the negas, God bless you!
As we start the year 2002, it’s good to see and assess where we have all gone. And what we have done to this country and to ourselves. I think we owe this to our children and the next generation of Filipinos. I mean, let’s stay awake!
Others were said to have contained more, obviously for people with more influence. Perhaps some boxes had less than P300,000 for people with less influence. These gifts were delivered to the networks and received by security guards who probably thought they were boxes of fruitcake.
Most of the boxes were returned to the sender who at that time represented a powerful political figure. Some boxes are said to have found their way to big, practical and bribable hands.