My Secret Life As A Snob

            
             I say that I am not a snob, that I am not snobby in any way, but that is just my cover. It is the mask that I wear while putting on a sharde of acceptance. My mask is happy, bright and smiley, the charade I put on is fun, outgoing and friendly. Deep down I am really one of the biggest snobs you will ever meet. I judge people on site, deciding right then whether I like them or not. Rarely do I give a person a chance or change my opinion about them. I am a rare breed of snob though, I am a snob-hating snob and I am hating snobs undercover. I am like a secret agent, hiding under a mask. I am stealth mode and have never been discovered until now, when I unveil myself and reveal my true stuck-up, snobby and judgmental self. .
             As I watch these walking advertisements for Abercrombie and Fitch promenade through out my school, creating large Abercrombie and Fitch packs in the hallways, I judge them. I judge them because their clothing is over-priced and identical. Because they all look alike and all they are doing is advertising a name when they where plain shirts with "Abercrombie" across the front. From the expensive clothing to the constant cloning of each other, I make a snap judgment that I do not like these human advertisements. I judge them because I feel they judge me, or any one else who is not joining in this ever-growing trend. And because I feel, these people are judging me along with others, because of clothing and outer appearances; I conclude that they are low, superficial and a waste of time.
             One of the groups I judge the most is girls. I am constantly making judgments about them, often hiding my contempt under a smile and a laugh. It is usually girls I do not know that I make these judgments about. I am a snob against strangers. There are so many ways for me not to like a girl; it makes it hard to go through a day without seeing one that annoys me. I often don't like them for their high voices or ditzy comments.