Most believe that “To whom much is given,” (SAY IT WITH ME!) “much is expected.” But why is it some people give too little and expect too much?

I used to live in a house where people were praised when they did something right or good. People were given rewards and incentives for doing well. When people did something wrong or behaved badly, they were punished, or at the very least scolded.

But then, life sucks, and I was handed a rotten lemon, so I made rotten lemonade, drank it, and now I’m a bitter person. HOOOHA!

ANYWAY, I moved into a house were doing well in school was not praised. Rather, it led to unusually high expectations. Awards, recognitions, and excellent performances were not applauded. It became a burden.

To make things worse, those who performed less, and were weaker, were given more attention, more preferential treatment, better things.

And no, I am not exaggerating or imagining things. I was actually told, among the three of us, I was favored the least because I was the smartest, the most good-looking (not my words), and had the strongest character. I always got the ones that the others didn’t like or choose. I was always last in everything. The praises were sparse, sometimes, it felt like it was given not by choice or out of joy, but out of obligation.

And yes, more was expected from me.

Oh, diba? BONGGA ANG LIFE!

I was taught that the weaker ones have to be taken care of, and those who need help most should be given help first. Yes, I believe that. But not at the expense of others.

I do not think that by depriving the strong of the things they deserve, you give more to the weak ones. The “logic” of it all really pisses me off. What do the weak ones have to aspire for and work hard for if they already have what they don’t deserve? And yeah, let’s admit it people, a little praise, a small reward goes a long way.

I have been deprived of praises for fear that I might think that grades and academics are the only important things in life. I have not been given what is due to me because I already know I’m good. I never asked, never expected a grand gesture of congratulations. A mere word would have sufficed. But no, instead of a “congratulations” what I got was a “do better next time,” or “_________ did better than you.”

All the while those who didn’t do as well got better treatment, and didn’t receive any unattainable expectations. And their littlest achievements would be made a big deal, and celebrated in grand fashion.

P*T*NG *N*! It’s not my fault I was born smart, good-looking, and with a strong character.

It is no wonder why I hate stupid people, I laugh at their dumb asses. I criticize people who are fugly, at least those who I think are not prettier than me. And yeah, I abhor the weak ones. They deserve to die. HAHA!

No seriously, these people should not be given preferential treatment just because. Rather, they should be encouraged and motivated to do more, be better. Whether we like it or not, we live in a world where the weak die. In the real world, you don’t get a better job, a higher salary, a better life just because you are “kawawa,” or weak, or stupid. You get all those things because you’re smart, you’re strong, and yes, even because you’re pretty. The underdogs get love, and support, and cheers, but unless they step up and perform, they remain underdogs with nothing but lots of fans. So rather than spoiling the underdogs, they should learn how to toughen up. And those who perform well, and do better should be praised, rewarded, and yes also encouraged (not forced) to do better.

Do I sound like I’m bitter? That’s because I am.