Adults…
It’s been a while since I actually took pains to update my blog. All of the recent entries are just ramblings, nothing worth discussing at all.
Admittedly, I haven’t had a very enjoyable time since brother left. Three weeks ago, he came back to the Philippines to pay me a visit. Since he left, life has been pretty boring, and it has kind of slowed down to a halt. I haven’t done many productive things beside working in the office, and I haven’t been studying anything at all. It’s bad. I feel so lazy. But I think it’s about time for me to start with my endeavors again. Why, because I don’t want to be like this guy, whom I will refer to as Crom (pseudonym)
Almost every Saturday, Crom, a post-midlifer, would come to our house to visit my dad. Then he would join our entire family in going to a place where we attend life-changing seminars. Going out of topic a little bit, I have to tell all readers that I have attended so many life-changing seminars in this lifetime, yet I never, ever try to blog preachy stuffs about life. In fact, I don’t read them on other blogs either. I want people to discover life on their own, and would only be generous enough to share experiences, probably being a guide. Like anybody, I hold no authority of telling people what to do exactly, so I don’t want bloggers to tell me how life is so short (ugh! The platitude of it!). The question is: so what?
Crom is the quintessential lifeless, boring and morose adult. Every time he opens his mouth it’s always about the same thing; and they’re not even some interesting topics to begin with, least of all a happy one. All he ever talks about are the processes of Bureau of Immigration, and sometimes he’ll digress to Philippine Government corruption disqusitions before going back to talking about I-Card. I swear, he shows no other knowledge.
You know, I’ve alluded to the same criticisms about other adults before, right? Quite frankly, in comparison talking to them is like attending a fiesta! I just don’t get it - Crom worked in Taiwan for half a decade. It’s been two years since he came back, facing lay-offs due to not having valid permits. After 2 years, isn’t it about time to move on instead of being pensive about such ordeals? What does a jobless guy like him do at home anyway? Spend all the time watching news, and/or just flat-out staring at the clouds not doing anything productive?
In fact, I’ve heard enough of his whining about the Philippine Immigration Policies that I could puke anything he makes another discussion of it. In the duration of our travel to the venue of the life-changing seminar, my father and Crom would converse. It’s always about the same thing, because mind you my dad is trying his best to be accomodating. I, however, am quite not as dexterous and sympathetic; I don’t respect anyone who watches News 24/7 to feed on depression. I put on my earphones, then turn my mp3 player to max volume. Diminuendo in Blue and Crescendo in Blue may be bad for the ear when played in full blast; that’s at least infinitely preferable to the alternative, being that it’s bad for the heart.
Adults.
