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What are sand people? The simple answer is that sand people are people who annoy me. But of course, such an answer is a gross over-simplification. Some people can’t help but be annoying…like the person with the misfortune of being born with a naturally squeaky voice or a girl who is really ditzy through no fault of her own. These people would not be considered sand people. A sand person is one who purposely does annoying things such as making her voice squeaky and/or acting dumb in order to get noticed by guys. The true but somewhat vaguer definition of sand people is people who are mediocre and are content with being mediocre. They know better but choose not to do any better, hence the term “sand people;” they have their heads in the sand and refuse to pull them out and are actually quite content to leave them in the sand. A subcategory of sand people that is particularly annoying includes those who, when faced with those who are not mediocre, fight against and hate them because those who choose to excel remind them of how mediocre they really are. Instead of using their energy to rise above such mediocrity, they waste their efforts unsuccessfully trying to take down those who excel. Well, that’s sand people in a nutshell. Keep in mind that this concept is still evolving—I will add more details as this concept is further refined and as I encounter more sand people.

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