Mr. SOD

There are three categories of people, I have managed to gather from my little experience. He belongs to the third. There are some people who never seem to commit a mistake at all; the ennobled lot. At best he could be the perfect antithesis to them! There are some who invariably land up in a muddle with even the most elementary of matters and end up collapsing on the sofa and plangently lamenting. He is too obstinate to fall under this one. The above two are exaggerations of common household stereotypes. The third is the rarest. And he belongs to the third. What can you say about an obstinate pig who always makes sure that he panders to each one of his caprices, and manipulates all his decision with a certain finesse so that his whims are all catered to? And what can you say about a stubborn mule that is too proud to step on trodden ways, treads down the wrong path, stumbles even as pride goes after a fall, and still manages to get up and strut proudly after wiping off the dirt from it's backside? I will henceforth call him the SOD - the Self Opinionated Dick. Mr. SOD, ever too big for his boots, will never concede to a blunder. Nor will he try to emend the situation. He is the laziest prick I have seen on the face of this earth. And much to the others' consternation he succeeds in perpetuating all his languor to everyone around him. He is so snobbish and finicky that, at times I muse, he would have made a good self-opinionated self-righteous Pom. What aggravates my indignation is that there are some jackasses that follow him blindly and seem to relish the smell of his tail and backside. After all what can I say about the one-eyed man in the land of blind men! I think I shall just let him be! And just let them be! And may all of them wallow in the sodden ideas of Mr. SOD!

- posted by Dileepan @ 9:15:00 pm

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