Have you ever seen a stranger and immediately the word ‘dickface’ (lan yong – in Cantonese) pops up in your head? I was at the café the other day, and saw this guy, with a dyed shit brown hair. And immediately, my mind pulled out the word ‘dickface’, and it reminded me of my college mate Jason. (I’ve written about him here sometime ago).
It was a quasi confession / bonding episode for Jason, and totally weird for me. It was a dialog that came out of nowhere…
Jason: “Dude, sometimes I look into the mirror, I can’t help but think, what a dickface I am.”
For the record, guys don’t do shit like that. We don’t do confession stuff. It’s gay. This is totally uncalled for.
Jason: “I’m such a dickface, not only I can’t get the girls, they probably hate me too. Makes me rage when I look into the mirror.”
Jason: “Do you think I have a dickface? Just wanted an honest opinion…”
Me: “What do you want me to say? You should stop that. It’s gay. Grow some balls and get over it, ok?”
For the record, he doesn’t really look like a dickface. I’d consider him mediocre looking for a Chinese bloke. A little hint of Jack Black in him, with a bigger jowl, and maybe a little bit of retardation in his looks. Dickface? Never crossed my mind (well, probably it’s because he’s my friend).
Jason: “It’s alright man, I understand. It’s hard to call someone a dickface. I appreciate your discretion.”
So the term ‘dickface’ kinda stuck with him. As in, whenever I see some dickface, or hear the term ‘dickface’, I’d think of him. In an ironic sense, he kind of inadvertently associated the word ‘dickface’ to himself.
When I saw the dickface with dyed shit brown hair in the cafe, it reminded me of Jason, and I wondered how is he doing now.