Can you mind your own business?

I am about to write something that drives me mad occasionally (or more often lately). I have never been able to comprehend why some people simply loves to get in the way of other people’s business. I don’t get the point of them being so prying into people’s affair. Does it really matter how I found my husband before we tie the knot? It does not. If you don’t like me just because I am far better than you, that’s too bad. Big deal. I don’t need this nonsense by the way. Is it any of their business to tell me their opinion or to interfere in my life? No. It is my life and I make the decision and of course it’s still none of your business if you’re just doing all this out of envy.
The world is full of deceitfulness, egocentric and perversion. Whatever jargon you come with, I don’t care. All I care is I have a bunch of great friends, close-knit of real genuine family members and I like them all. Maybe I would consider their counsel. The rest who are not in my list can keep their two cents worth for themselves. Really, it’s none of my business how you think.
My experience of people telling me to further my studies by their strong suggestion on which field of academic I should opt for, what I should do for a living or what car I should drive around is nothing but silly, selfish, and a sign of jealousy. It makes me think you’re not all that secure or confident about your own choices. Worship however you please – or not. Drive any kind of vehicle you want. Find a life partner for your children, scrutinize your own family moral obligation before you pass remarks or criticism onto others. It’s none of my business what you do or think. But the moment you trespass into my territory, I can make you regret by showing the ugly picture of your life.
Oh dear. Speaking of discrepancy – that’s really the only thing I despise. Do what you want. Let others do the same. Live your own life, and don’t throw stones unless you’re perfect, yourself. That would, of course, be nobody. They can be good at few things but I don’t think they are master of all trades to judge my capabilities.

All these while, I have been silently absorbing these sneers. Had I not been so polite I might have given them a piece of my mind (occasionally I can be blunt), but I don't think I would be quiet all the time. Over the years, I have grown up experiencing this shameful attitude and I know at my worse, I can be blatantly rude. My parents thought me to be courteous but
I told them at times I need to step out of my courtesy veil to put a stop to this gibberish.

When I hear these people still go all-out to poke their noses into our life, I thought to myself, “What a shame these people don’t have a life possibly or maybe they simply can’t be happy with their own lives’. Amusingly they don’t feel ashamed ever and it makes me salute them for taking huge effort to still stick their nose into our butts. Probably it is just the way they are born and that’s what these guys are best at.

I don’t think it is that difficult to be happy and busy with their life. All they need to do is “MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS”