A frenemy asked me what I have been up to these days. It’s a perfectly normal question other than she interjected with faint sarcasm that I had so much time in my hands to be able to have updated internet accounts and blogs. After feeling somewhat creeped out that she knew and checked all my sites and quoted me on some past entries, I felt rather a little annoyed. I have so much time to write about my OWN life while she has so much time to read about MINE. I don’t write for entertainment. Save for my sisters and bestfriends I never thought anyone cared THAT MUCH. Not even Paolo read my blogs regularly. The frenemy thought I’m a bored loafer who has so much time to do all sorts of gabble. Well, just to be really haughty about it: I can write an entire article in less the time curling my hair and not come off gibberish when inspired and that doesn’t even take up an hour of my day. I love to write and as much as possible I want to write in my blogs as conversational as doable not for any purpose other than so I would know what I was feeling at that time. My English professor in UP and former mentor once told me I was an emotional writer. I feel to visualize, to think. So when I’m trying hard to be philosophical and deep and inject my crude albeit stirred invectives, you are fencing with a master. I can comprehend a heavily cloaked offense when I see one. Such subtle nuances are my life and breath. So yes, some of us just have the panache (not to mention an easier life), not just necessarily the slack-off time. Although I wouldn’t say its one of the worst things; I’m sure anyone in the world would love to have more of that. It would make humanity less prickly.
Which then turns me to my second point: Some friends and acquaintances have been asking me about what I have been up to these days. It’s a perfectly normal question but when I am asked by someone from fourth-degree connection in friendster, I am compelled to feel really puffed-up and important for people to be so fascinated and curious . I guess my occupation that says a semi-charmed life gives the warrant to people to prod more. I am perpetually asked about my work, what my job is, what is my profession that I get so tempted to answer back: Ah-hoo, ah-hoo, ah-hoo; complete with a menacing Spartan look. So once and for all, I would just like to say aside from unapologetically immersing myself in all shimmer,I’m back in the academe while preparing the biggest shindig of my life.
