Oh, manboy!

I was given a brief introduction earlier this year to the term manboy.

Phone isn't my top priority and manboy disease is especially rampant amongst asian first persons. Couple days ago, my phone was on silent, and whilst I was waiting, of course, in vain to hear in ring, I actually had three misscalls. A barrage of strong worded stuff later, I was stunt silent, muted beyond ability to penetrate the attacks with any reasons of clarifications. My saviour is now my downfall.

I tried to loosen the tension a little, especially during our maiden ride to work together in the new car. It was a route too familiar to me, thanks to my 2 weeks bus ride experiment. I thought I was helping by sharing my thoughts on how the traffic might behave, but clearly I only succeeded to irritate the royal driver. No, I don't want to drive! Silence ensued.

Fast forward couple days later, I got very upset when I was accused of not being fast enough to bring milo bars at the behest of his royal highness. He had just started a game then, and was sitting at the bench when I came back, bearing 2 milo bars. I was probably gone for 5 minutes, less than 10 minutes, I reckoned. I might be totally off with the guesswork, though.

His royal highness barked at me on my slowness. Instead of letting it go, I was stunt and I felt myself glaring at him, enraged. His selfish behaviour was just not getting into me that time, it was no joke. That was the left foot trying to stomp a little too much. If I owned a magic lamp and only need to do the rub to get unlimited wishes fulfilled, then I could be faster. But when you had to run down 2 flights of stairs, walk a distance to the entrance, cross a very busy street, then queue up to pay for 2 milo bars, and then do all of that again, but in reverse to get back to your start point, just to try to fulfill the behest of his majesty, I think 5 minutes was reasonable. I guessed, only I had that thought.

The lioness roared and told him off. Passed him the bars and left for my seat and started sweating again. All these for a bark??! An apology was too late, a joke disclaimer sounded so insincere and the eagle has landed. Oops! No eagle anywhere. When you get a shout with a glare from a player in the middle of game while you were waiting for him and was cooling yourself down and then did your best to be quickest to execute the task, only to be greeted with a bark, you might lose your cool. You might get snappy. I got angry and I got snappy! Get a real dog if you to bark your instructions and assert your authoritativeness.

Conversations thereafter cannot bury the hatchet that was dug out. 2 whole days, civility ruled. So why change? Manboy had never been so exemplified until then, smacked right in front of me. A personal attestation, or at least I think so. You could made a left turn rightaway without needing to follow the red light or you should have gone straight and made a u-turn, I wasn't driving, wasn't I?

Oh, manboy! Of the royal kind!