I have a crazy life.
I am away from my family for more than half a year now – and well, I still am hung over. Looking back, I was raised in the comforts of my laid-back provincial town, warm friends, and a place where you know almost everybody – Mr. Old Man This is dating 20-year-old That… old schoolmate this addicted to drugs… Ms. Goody-Two Shoes got boinked (Ms. Zafra’s term, if I may borrow) and now is pregnant by Mr. Married Chauvinist Swine… Things like that. It was already crazy – considering that my town was like, a small speck in the map of the Philippines.
Those things got stuffed into my system. Imagine literally being around those people (especially during pre-election… my dad was an ex-politician) and you personally know them. They would drive you mad. I was even accused of being a drug abuser myself. Sorry to disappoint you guys, I am not the “pulutan” of the day. I am just plainly and simply “skin and bones” No substance whatsoever in between.
Being stashed away (as in literally, way, far away!) from that place was like heaven. No more rumor-mongering. No more pathetic expectations because you are the daughter of this so-so.
Everything fine… you wish!
You know what, rumor-mongering also exists in this urbane and quote-unquote sophisticated site! It’s even worse because you could not defend yourself. Hell, people pass everything they find juicy to the next ten persons he meet in a day and so on and so forth. Think they will find you to clarify the issues? People are harsher and more pakialamero than I imagined them to be. And for Pete’s sake, lack of manners are everywhere! READ: Minor trespassing. Discourtesy. Violation of Personal Privacy. I mean, Gawd! What’s the worse that it could get!?
Yes, I sound like a saint here. To oppose that, I do (YES I ADMIT THAT!) have emotional debts against a lot of people. Purposely done? No. But it hurt them anyway and I would like to apologize for that. Now what?!
