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Blindsided

I was supposed to continue with the story I had going on my last post, but despite having the plot flow going through my head over the last few weeks, I couldn’t seem to structure it to a solid entry. Why? Because things happened this past week that threw me off. Way, way off that I spent the weekend downing an entire bottle of Jack Daniels… by myself.

In any case, I’ll still have that story plot pinned down and will pen it hopefully by next weekend.

But let me just say this: my life experiences made me develop trust issues. And just when I thought being myself and being able to treat others how I want to be treated will make things better, it ultimately let my guard down somehow; and as always, people take advantage. Sometimes, people who I thought would never do.

I’ve never felt so disappointed, betrayed, and frustrated in years. Not to mention being the most alone since the closest people I would’ve run to are either caught up in this, or are too proud to keep in touch after they themselves have somehow did me wrong that they felt that they don’t need to reach out; or worse, they think that I need to reach out to them.

I don’t know what this week will bring, or how the succeeding weeks or months will fare. But let me make one thing clear: I’ve been alive and have endured enough to know what needs to be done. I’ve made a lot of sacrifices against my own personal happiness, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so again for someone I care deeply about; and if that person is threatened, hurt, or maligned in any way, I would jump in in a heartbeat to defend their dignity at my own expense. And believe me when I say: you do not want to make me angry, much less back me into a corner and force my hand to do something you will definitely regret.

Death doesn’t scare or faze me one bit, so there’s nothing one can do to me anything less that would make me cower in fear or give in to pressure. You want to get rid of the best of me? Then you would have to kill me. Literally.

Try me. Test me. Provoke me. I dare you. I fucking double dare you. You’ll either wish you didn’t, or felt so fucking sorry that you made a Karen or Maritess out of yourself for such a petty thing.

Let the week begin.

Glancing back and looking forward

Disclaimer: I’m writing this having consumed five cans of a beverage with 9% alcohol in it, so things may be… incoherent. Please bear with me. Thank you.

It’s been a while. We’re almost half a month away until 2021 ends; and we’re both thinking about the same two things: first, did we actually make it this far? And second, was this year actually better or worse than 2020?

Most people would answer the second question with a resounding “yes.” I mean, with the vaccine(s) for Covid being rolled out worldwide resulting to lockdowns being eased, everyday life slowly started to return almost to the way it was pre-pandemic–with some adjustments, of course–we’re finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Yet some will say that with the Delta variant that wrecked havoc, and now with the Omicron variant threatening eased restrictions, we’re still not out of the woods.

I guess the real answer to that question is how we’ve dealt with own lives over the past 12 months. And for me honestly, It has been both better and worse at the same time.

Personally, things have been quite good for me this year. I’ve had part of my home renovated, I was able to go out more compared to last year, had my two vaccine doses, and am still Covid-free; so one may say it was better than what was experienced last year. But I guess when it comes to mental health, it furiously evens things up. Big time.

I’m quite not comfortable with giving out details (yet), but mentally–as well as emotionally–things have been hard for me this year. Maybe it’s the continued work from home atmosphere where I don’t get to personally interact with my team; or maybe it’s the mere fact that the office and home atmospheres are one and the same… for nearly two years.

And yet, I still made it to today. That in itself, is something to be thankful for. And being able to start another year is a blessing in itself. Yet I learned something else… well, I suppose reinforce is the right term for it. And it goes:

“I am looking out for myself because I know that there is no one else who ever will.”

Being a Gemini, there’s no one who would help me get through the worst of shitty days than myself… or at least my inner twin. I would sometimes go into seclusion or be quiet around friends and/or colleagues, or have sleepless days (since I work nights) trying to think how am I gonna get through another day. I would sometimes ask someone or some people out just to be with them, but either they’re too busy or I don’t get any response, so I usually end up back to square one. If there’s one thing I honed or mastered this year, it’s resiliency. As if I’m not resilient enough, especially after the personal traumas I’ve been through.

Yet I still don’t find fault in other people for not wanting to spend some time with me. It’s in my nature, I guess. I still treat them the same, and I care for them in the same way I do. It has made me more emotionally blocked off, yet there are some who continue to be my weakness. I show them what I’m capable of, and yet they take advantage then slam that fucking door on my face. Yet I still continue to be a man for others. Weird, isn’t it? Aside from select individuals, there’s no group of people who I currently hold in high regard more than my current team members at work. They’re not perfect, but there’s no group of people who I prefer to be associated or working with–and be friends with some–other than them.

It’s a longshot of longshots, but I wish that the coming year would be more kind to me in terms of, “being happy on my own terms.” Because I’ve been thinking that happiness always, always comes with a trade off. But I’ve always been willing to make a trade; it’s just that… no one really wants to take a chance on me. So, go figure.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely thankful for everything that’s happened to me this year. I’m alive, healthy, and still able to be a sounding board, a go-to guy, a shoulder to cry on, and a last resort to people, especially those I care deeply about. I may be ranting right now, but I will still be all of the above whenever you need me. And I get it, it’s not and it won’t be–maybe ever–reciprocated to me, but hey, such is life.

Here’s sincerely wishing you and your loved ones a very Merry Christmas in advance, and a good and prosperous new year ahead. Again, it may not be a lot, but there’s always something to be thankful for. Believe me, reflecting on that will make you smile. Guaranteed.

Have a good week ahead, everyone. 🙂

Connections

Sometimes, ideas come easily. Other times, you’re trying to shake your brain to come up with something… anything. This unfortunately, is one of the latter ones. Yet as hard as I may try, I still end up typing on the keyboard what naturally–or maybe desperately–comes to mind. One would think that after two straight weekends of finally having new material written, I’d be back in the groove. But I guess, I’m more rusty than I thought.

I did have one topic in mind, but I feel that the timing isn’t appropriate (yet) to pen it down. Maybe in a couple of weeks. To think that after seeing Yasuke on Netflix, WW84 on HBO Go, and continuing my Friends marathon (also on Netflix), my mind would have fresh material to play around with. Still, I can’t quite get the creative gears going (even after having two beers and three shots of whisky–going on a fourth).

So I tried looking back at what happened the past week. It was actually quite a work week, with two early and long days, a bunch of interviews and meetings, and a couple of presentations. Well, not necessarily presentations per se, but I would probably say speaking engagements I had to be part of. In any case, it was a long, drawn out week. But what stood out during that week was a group call I received late Friday shift (early Saturday morning).

My shift was winding down, and it was about an hour after I finished the last of my meetings for the week. I was in the middle of finishing whatever emails I had to send out when my Messenger app rang. I saw that it’s a group call and was quite surprised that they’d call at that hour, but there wasn’t any hesitation on my part as I answered. They opened with the usual inside jokes they used to crack from time to time, and I responded with some of my own; and in no time, it was like we just physically saw each other yesterday.

Before we knew it, we’ve already been talking for more than an hour. We talked about what’s currently going on in our lives, shared stories, asked and answered questions about whatever came to mind, ranted about this damned virus and how we can’t go out like we used to, and one of them even tried to play matchmaker (seriously). But the common thing we did in the midst of all those things, was to laugh. It’s one thing to laugh when you’re watching a classic comedy TV series or even a funny movie; but to have that laughter shared among people you’ve grown to admire and respect, it’s somehow become more meaningful. And with a lot less things to laugh about these days, it was something that we all badly needed.

After the call ended, I was still smiling as I resumed to finish the remaining work tasks I had. Suddenly, instead of feeling absolutely relieved and thankful that the difficult work week was about to end, I somehow felt different. That work week was no longer defined by all the things I had to do and complete, or how my body clock was messed up, or even the number of mugs of coffee and gummi bears I consumed just to keep my sanity. It will forever be known as having that group call that made everything that week worth it.

And it also made me realize the value of checking in with people, whether they are your friends, colleagues, or even family. We constantly get reminders of looking after our own well-being, or taking personal time off, that we sometimes forget the one important thing that this virus and pandemic has taken away aside from health: our personal interactions and physical connections with people. More so, with those who we care about. Granted, there are those who will slowly or suddenly turn cold on you despite your best efforts (some, without any reason at all); but as long as you did your part, you can most likely sleep well at night. Take it from someone who’s no stranger from being left high and dry often (and used to it).

So to the group who made that surprise call, I can’t personally thank you enough. You drastically lifted my spirits up when all I was already thinking about that time was to probably hibernate all weekend. You’re all aces in my book, and I’m really looking forward to seeing–and laughing–with you personally again when it’s safe to do so. I wish you and your families safety and protection from this virus. Until we meet again.

Have a good week and month, everyone.

When words really mean something

A week ago during a break from work, I happen to chance upon a page containing something that Keanu Reeves allegedly said.  I say “allegedly” because there has been no official confirmation coming from the Hollywood actor’s side about it.  Lots of things have been said about him, but one thing I do notice is that he’s not your typical big-star-actor person.  He doesn’t hog the limelight, lays low most of the time until lo and behold, he has a new movie out.  But I don’t want to talk about him as a person, but more of what he allegedly said.  And based on the content and how it was said, I’m not at all surprised that it may come from him.  But whether or not it actually did come from him, the read itself has been meaningful for me.

From my understanding of that so-called piece (for lack of a better term), he simply describes how the world works in this present generation.  I found myself reading it thrice at least on that day, and at least four more times during the week.  And as I read and re-read it, I slowly realized that he is right.  From what I can comprehend, we as a human race have become too comfortable in and around the advancements in technology and lifestyle that we’ve had over the last few decades.  Being born in the ’70s, I have lived life–probably half of it already–seeing the large gap between how life was when I was growing up and how millennials are being raised; and even how people within my age group have adapted and embraced the present lifestyle while completely ignoring the values they have been taught (if any).  Seeing these things around him, he wanted to step back from everything that’s going on; resigned to the fact that things may only get worse by simply beginning with, “I cannot be part of a world,” and lists everything for him that’s gone wrong.

There are some lines in that piece that really stuck to me.  One is,  (I cannot be part of a world) where there is no concept of honor and dignity, and one can only rely on those when they say ‘I promise.'”  These days, one cannot count on one’s spoken word until those last two words are added.  We became too forgiving to the notion that in this day and age and a fast-paced lifestyle, things can always change in a heartbeat due to whatever reason; and that we should always be open to the fact that whatever was said can’t be set in stone.  I have always followed through everything I say and commit to other people; whether it be family, friends, colleagues, that I rarely add the words, “I promise.”  Have we become so jaded that we can always take back what we say and can easily apologize and act like nothing happened afterwards?  Yes, things or circumstances can easily change; but how will the person see you if you let those changes affect your commitment and eventually constantly go back on your word?

“(I cannot be part of a world) where the concept of jealousy is considered shameful, and modesty is a disadvantage.”  In this age of social media, people are heavily encouraged to promote themselves out to the world.  While this helps people come out of their shell, the concept of doing it too much comes into play.  And when there are some who prefer to keep a laid back approach, this is now generally viewed toward the negative; that it won’t do anyone good and they will be left behind.  They in turn–while being overwhelmed by those keeping up left and right–would start to become jealous and either would be ashamed of themselves, or would get back at other people for mocking their modesty.  The number of likes on your Facebook or Twitter posts do not determine your value as a person.

“(I cannot be part of a world) where men and women are no longer identifiable; and where all this together is called freedom of choice, but for those who choose a different path-get branded as retarded despots.”  This brings to mind the most recent headline-grabber:  Manny Pacquiao and his views on homosexuality.  Now, I don’t like the guy one bit.  But as far as his views on the above-mentioned are concerned, I don’t totally disagree with him either.  Well, at least with how he said what he said.  But that’s his personal belief.  If the LGBT community are crying and demanding acceptance for who and what they are, should they also accept the fact that not everyone can and will agree with them and their lifestyle?

And the line that got to me the most was, “(I cannot be part of a world) where people forgot about love, but simply looking for the best partner.”  Have we become so “practical” in nature that the one important thing in relationships is set aside just to make whatever two people have between them function?  Women nowadays (coming from me, a guy’s perspective) want a complex insurance policy of some sorts when it comes to committing to a guy that would, one:  have stunningly good looks and good genes and brains that would ensure their offspring would have the same; and two:  have a big fat checkbook, high-paying job, or a trust fund to rely on so as to live life comfortably because they feel that they’ve “earned” (or even deserve) it.  While in some degree, that scenario is nice and ideal, but the concept of settling for sureties instead of really having a real essence of a relationship based on love, trust, honesty, attention, and caring, and both parties working hard to make it successful is really troubling to me.

I don’t know; am I rambling?  Maybe.  Is there concrete validation for such?  Most likely.  Does Mr. Reeves’ words make sense?  Absolutely.  Have we as an evolved species that should look after one another more instead of mostly ourselves, gone the deep end?  Not yet; but we’re heading there.  It is good to see though that people like him would use whatever influence he has to make us–myself, at least–stop, step back for a while, evaluate ourselves to probably see where we have fallen off into and get back on track.  After all, that’s the best characteristic any human has.  We get back up, learn from our mistakes and move forward.  He may say that he “cannot be part of a world” so and so; but maybe that’s his way of saying that we can still turn things around.

emotional tug of war

The following poem was shown to me last night by one of my new friends.  The common thing we have with this new group (which meets up on a weekly basis to have drinks, share stories, and enjoy the company) is our interesting, colorful, and uniquely complex personal or love lives.  As one of them mentioned in a photo caption, we are “human beings unceremoniously ignored by cupid’s romp.”  Now I’m no poem critic even though I do write those from time to time, but when I first read it, I cannot help but connect with what was written.  It is very simple, but well written; and I couldn’t imagine how such a conflict of emotions was put into very simple words.  She asked me to play with it some more, and post it here.  But upon reading it again when I woke up this morning, I could not find anything to add more to it, much less remove or edit anything.  So it is with much honor that I make this free verse poem public for everyone to see.  Truth be told, the essence of the poem is what I have been feeling for the past couple of weeks.  I hope everyone else enjoys it as much as I do.  So please, read on:

 

I don’t write poems.
I’ve been called unsweet.
I’ve been referred to as intimidating, too strong, and independent.
I thought I’m all these things.
Or I thought I was.
But here I am, writing a non-rhyming poem.
Wanting sweet moments.
Feeling insecure, weak, and dependent;
and at a loss on how to handle this.
I want you.
Yet I want to unwant you.
I think of you.
Yet I find myself looking for other thoughts.
Anything, except you.
I want to hate you.
But I find myself caring for you.
You mess me up.
I’m a mess.
But as I yearn to take hold of the old me, I find myself knowing that you’re the only one who can fix me.
You mess me up,
but only you can fix me.
Clarity.  Pure, clear irony.

 

Thank you so much for sharing this with me, Cheng.  Yes, you will be okay.  As for me and my so-called lovelife, like I mentioned on my previous entries, it’s her or never again.