Things I Used to Look Down On

I hate fat people. I hate muscle-heads too. I can't understand Johnny's fans.
Cup ramen is proof of laziness.

One way or another, my own rules and philosophies end up forming without me realizing it,
and I'm sure there are quite a few people who would want to tear them down.
If I were in the media, I'd want to be in charge of a segment like 'Today's Walking Doggy' or one that introduces people who are working hard at things that aren't necessarily impressive.

I used to hate people who only bragged about their muscles, but once I started working out myself, I began to understand where they were coming from. Even as a woman who doesn't gain muscle easily, I was incredibly happy when I started to see lines in my back and abs. I wasn't acting like a hardcore trainee, just keeping it casual and working out without overdoing it, though I did have moments of narcissism where I wanted to push myself. It felt like my efforts were being rewarded, and when I looked at the silhouette I had built myself, I suddenly felt a sense of affection for it and started to love myself a lot. I guess that's why they say it boosts your self-esteem. However, I think this also depends on the person's original mental state or their situation at the time.
Thinking 'Why aren't I seeing results?' or 'Forget it, I'm just going to eat' is a common occurrence, after all.

I hadn't intended to buy a band T-shirt, but then the opportunity to buy one directly from the guitarist—and even talk to him (the person before me even got a handshake)—suddenly fell into my lap. If you don't jump on that, you're a corpse. That's what I thought, though that was only in hindsight.
I did it! I finally got a handshake from Kacchan! (I bought the design I'd be least likely to wear.)
I don't like it when people heap excessive praise on bands or people they like because it lacks objectivity. You know, those people who scream things like 'They're a god!', 'I'm dying!!', 'Too cute!!', or 'So precious!!'.
But every time I see that, I think they're just borrowing words that are easy for people to pay attention to, and they aren't their own words. I think to myself that I don't want to be like those people or be treated like that, but I try to keep my ego intact by telling myself that, from an outsider's perspective, it might just be nothing more than hatred of one's own kind.
It might sound strange to say this, but when you fall for someone who isn't your type at all,
is it because of the gap, or is it that the more there is a discrepancy with your own misconceptions, the more you fall for them? I have definitely fallen for someone who was not my type at all. Maybe it was because they were kind to me, did things for me, understood me, or made me wonder if it was okay to rely on them. Maybe my troubled self was looking for a man who could be like a cozy cat-nest to ensure my own peace of mind.

Oh, I shouldn't mix up reality with famous people.
I ended up liking him more as a player. I seriously love him.
His look... long hair and a perm... and his clothes are frilly... is it Gothic...? He's not exactly a handsome guy... and he doesn't talk at all, but he's very serious about his guitar... (my personal opinion). That was my impression until...

In radio and magazine interviews,
this guy is... a natural... wait. He's bad at sports, but he can surf? He gets off the stage smartly without even making a sound? Wait, he's totally a straight-man character... He gets suddenly talkative when it's a field he likes! As expected of someone who teaches guitar, his tone is polite and easy to understand...
That was how my impression changed, and when he was actually standing at the merchandise booth,
to put it without embellishment, it was 'perfect.' I was seriously surprised.
The world is full of people on social media who rate others and decide for themselves what is good or bad.
I have over 10 years of experience in apparel,
and I look at how they want to wear it, the suggestions from our side (the sales side), the level of agreement, and the overall balance. No unnecessary chatter. The listening and the suggestions were polite first and foremost.
This is just my imagination, but when I asked what color would be good while I was wearing a white shirt, he said white. I thought for a second, 'White again when I'm already wearing white?', but he stepped back properly to look at me, so I assume he was imagining how it would look against my face.
To my 'Thank you,' he said, 'Thank you, too.'
To my 'I'll come again,' he said, 'Yes, I'll be waiting for you.' (It's a small detail, but I was personally moved that he didn't say 'Please come again.' While I don't know if 'humbled' is the right word, saying 'I'll be waiting' felt like a passive expression rather than the pushy impression of 'Please come,' and it quietly shook my heart.)

He was polite, kind, and thorough with the sizing, saying 'Yes, this is an L' to confirm. It was so perfect that I seriously fell for him. (I already knew he was cool as a player, but he's charming as a human being. It's like he's honest—no, I don't know, but if I start saying that, there's no end to it, haha. I've already graduated from being that cynical.)

I didn't want to get hurt, so I was unnecessarily aggressive as a form of armor, refusing to show my heart to people or let them in... (I want to say one more thing, but I can't find it). I was weak. Now, I don't really care about most things.

I don't care so much that when I looked in the mirror during my lunch break today, there was a white mark by my mouth that looked like toothpaste. When I looked closer, it was the acne medication I'd applied yesterday, the kind that forms a film over the affected area. It had been hidden by foundation in the morning, but it had dried up and peeled off along with my skin, making me look like a total loser (I was disappointed that I'd been working like that—just for a second). Also, when I got to work and looked in the mirror, I realized I'd forgotten to draw on my eyebrows.
But I decided that it was fine to just stay like this from now on.
Nobody is looking at my face anyway. I'll make an effort for concerts or when I'm going out to eat with a guy tomorrow, though.

I didn't address the title, but oh well.
Even people I used to look down on,
when you talk to them, they're actually kind, and it made me happy to have a new world opened up to me. That's what happened this week.

Honya.
It's cool outside, but it's so hot inside my room!