I am no saint, neither are they, but they think I am holier. I laugh in Spanish. It is cliché that looks could be deceptive, thus you should know better by now.
I am Jeremiah, the innocent looking guy who can pass for a clergy. Tall, dark and handsome, I am the kind of guy that knows he is fine, topping it with an unassuming nature. People say I am “gentle”, “very kind” and loving. I hear these compliments many times. I look churchy, the kind of guy people call “brother”. Therefore on first encounter with people, they start calling me “brother”. Some even go to the very length of asking if I am a pastor. I have wondered several times, what makes people think I look like one?
I hear a lot of things about myself and I doubt if people talking about me have a clue of who I am. I hear that; I have this calm and reassuring look like someone who can’t hurt a fly. They say I look like someone who doesn’t like talking much and is very picky with words. They say I would have been an obedient, peaceful child. The female folks especially say, I look too serious to be interested in love while the guys say, I look like that perfect guy, they would have loved to be; I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, and I don’t have a girlfriend not to talk of many girl friends like they do.
All these have been the misconceptions people have had about me.
Truly, I really don’t talk so much which is expected of an introvert like me, but what goes on in my mind…you wouldn’t want to know. I can’t hurt a fly but I know I am a bad guy. If not for my looks, I am sure I would have been a “smooth player” by now. I am that “cute innocent guy” and I live by that. I always have girls around me. They always come flocking around me because my looks tell them I am just a harmless friend. I empathise with them anytime they share tales of how guys have cheated on them. Although deep down in me, I think, I would have covered my track better if I were the one that had the opportunity to play any of them.
I love to party but I don’t know how to dance, so they assume, I am a loner. Even as bad as I am at dancing, I sometimes lock myself up in my room to try the latest dance moves. No one bothers to ask about my taste for music, they assume I am just another boring guy. However, I shock some of them by suggesting new songs for download. Some of them look at me surprised with the kind of: “but we thought you were a brother”.
They just ascribe a lot of boredom to me which my friends haven’t even helped with either. The kind of friends that I have are those “Let’s be good people” individuals.
What do my friends talk about? They talk about academics, faith and life generally. Very boring! Those are not the typical topics I love to discuss but what choice do I have, Brother Jeremiah of God.
They think I am a teetotallewr, very true I am still one trying to resist temptations from chilled bottle of beer. Sometimes, I just wish I could get drunk, feel high and experience that peak of excitement….
Enough said, I am no saint. I am neither as good as they think nor as bad as my mind could have made me. I think my thoughts are better bottled so that there will be one less bad boy on earth or what do you think?