So, last week I found myself with a group of people in a wine bar in Población. It was the night before Labor Day so there was no work the next day and the night was getting interesting.

Lo and behold, a socialite walks in alone and heads straight for the bar where we are. Defensively, she says she was there to meet someone (no one asked) but as the night progressed, that special someone never materialized. Who cares, right? We were all getting buzzed anyway, so we just ignored the elephant in the room.

Like most people in bars nowadays, half the time people are conversing while their heads are concentrated on the phone checking IG, FB and other apps to connect with people while the physically present ones are half ignored.

This was the drama of Ms. Socialite. Her head was buried in her phone, posting in Fb and half the time in Tinder, trying to see who is nearby..

(I saw this because her phone was too bright and her fonts are big; that’s a clue) She is not that bad looking but she seems to be a serial dater. I always see her with someone new in each event I go to or a gathering, but no one seems to pay attention to her anyways.. It’s like nobody cares. I know she has no stable friends except the ones she would posts in FB or IG, but never real ones.

It was once said she was the staple wall flower of any event.

She would show up as usual with a date, but never making a mark or impression that people would actually ask about or inquire. They say she has money from art, but that’s also hearsay. Nobody really knows where she gets the money.

So, going back to her, she suddenly laughs out loud. We ignored her of course because that was a laughter that she wanted attention from. Again, she laughed this time showing her post on FB.

“Iron man is dead, so what’s next?”

(referring to the movie Avengers: Endgame)

I quickly and politely told her that there may be some people who have not seen it yet and you’re spoiling it for them.

She smiled, and answered; “Thank you for the reminder, but I really don’t give a F _ _ _.” (this is the part where I took out the alcogel out of my pocket, ready to disinfect that dirty mouth of hers)

She raises her glass and repeats it to the room, “Tony Stark is dead, wala ng Avengers.” (may camera ba?)

I looked at her and I said to myself, this was not worth my time. But that changed fast when she turns to me and remarks, “Kahit anong lagay ko sa Instagram at Facebook ko, wala kang pakialam. It’s mine and it’s private. I can do whatever I please. Bakit ko magiging responsibility ang spoilers? Ako pa ba dapat ang magbabayad para makanuod sila? Dapat by this time nakanuod na sila. Why should I care at all?”

How inconsiderate! I was screaming this in my head.

You know me, when it’s wrong, it’s wrong. I wanted to say something but, hahaba lang ang usapan to what end? Nothing, just aggravation. So what do I do to cool down? I counted in my head the reasons why she was like that.

She has no real friends, therefore she has no social skills. And if she did have friends, they may be exactly like her.

Two, no one really cares about her opinion, so that means her feed won’t be present in most of ours.

Three, money cannot buy you manners and class (wish I could use her pic as a meme for this, but I can’t)

Four, I can feel she is really alone and wanting attention (actually, kawawa naman siya).

It’s just that if you really think about it, There are so many inconsiderate and stupid kinds of people in the world and we can’t just ignored them thinking they will just disappear. One way or another, they, like her, will eventually intersect with your lives and then what do you do? I mean this may sound menial, but think in bigger scales. This kind of thinking extends to elections, road rage, businesses, schools and so many others.

I had to put my foot down to make a statement. I couldn’t let it pass.

So, like any decent guy, I did the fifth reason in my head why I shouldn’t get mad.

I simply poured my drink in her bag, which she never saw because our socialite was too buzzed to notice anyway. We all walked out and moved to a new place and told her we were all going home. (Again no names, you can guess, you can DM but my lips are sealed. There is a risk you might see her in public and say something)