Quickie: One more paper to go, Advanced Database Systems on 25th November. After that, it’s the semester break for me, w00t! Have yet to decide if I want to spend part of my holidays in UTP to work on my Final Year Project.
You know that saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover?” The way we keep throwing it about like it people actually give a shit?
First impressions matter. The way you look and dress speaks a lot about who you are in person, and nowhere is this more relevant than when meeting new people.
You can tell, can’t you: the way their eyes quickly skim up and down you, taking in the image of you, trying to gauge if you’re a nice guy or just another asshole looking for trouble.
Well, I recently learned something quite shocking about myself.
Apparently, more than a few people thought I was a snob the first time they saw or got to know me.
Merriam-Webster defines a snob as:
a : one who tends to rebuff, avoid, or ignore those regarded as inferior
b : one who has an offensive air of superiority in matters of knowledge or taste
Of course, those of you who know me in person would know that this is as faaar from the truth as it can get. I’m a real nice guy after all.
But yeah. It is very surprising to discover that a substantial number of people I know had the first impression of me as a snob.
Then again, looking at the picture above, I do feel a lot like slapping that glare right off his upstart face.
What was your first impression of me like? Did people have a first impression of you that you never expected?