I guess I am needy. You know. I always need to be assured that I am loved and cared for. Not only am I needy, I’m also paranoid. The moment something changes – the way a person treats me, or when they forget to text me, or when their messages start to contain an extra punctuation or two (i.e. sorry!!!!, tampo????, saan????, etc) – I immediately freak out. I don’t know, I’m just crazy like that, I guess.
Often I am told that I put too much meaning on everything. Sometimes I do wonder if they’re right.
Honestly, many times I wish I would be more apathetic, and not so obsessive about things. I wish I could learn the art of detachment, of controlling how I am affected by my emotions or by the circumstances around me.
But like I said, maybe I am just crazy like that. I was born that way, raised that way, whatever. I’m just... that... that’s all.
I need sweet nothings.
I need those random text messages.
I need to cry sometimes.
I need a little irrationality.
I need good conversations.
I need some vices.
I need the occasional alcohol fix.
I need to know you are thinking of me.
I need to feel I am missed.
These are my needs. And there are times, those occasional moments when I just have to – HAVE TO – give in to these needs. So, please, on these times... indulge me. Do so, knowing that it will give me the utmost happiness – and that you caused it...
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Pinoy Anger Management 101
Are Filipinos predisposed to anger? Okay, maybe not anger. Irritation, perhaps. Or annoyance. Do we have the tendency to assume that every other thing around us is a potential pain in the ass?
An incident that happened this morning got me thinking about this. I was waiting for the boarding call of my 9:30 am flight from Cebu to Manila. Ten minutes after my flight should have been boarding, the first announcement explaining the boarding procedures came onto the PA system. Shortly after, they started boarding those who require special assistance – those in wheelchairs, with infants and small children. A short queue started to form by the entrance doors of the gate, with me perhaps second or third in line.
Now you must note that I usually let all other passengers board first (which is usually why I request for an aisle seat, to save the hassle of butt-on-knees incidents when your seatmates simply won’t budge, if you know what I mean). However upon check in, the counter guy said that I would be sitting on the second to the last row, on a window seat. Which is why I was such in a rush to board.
So going back to my story. The staff by the door told us that we were not yet boarding. Fine, I thought. I can wait. And then this PAL supervisor comes in and says, “Will you sit down? We’re not boarding yet.” In no way was it a courteous or polite request, rather, an order coupled with a smirk and an air of self-importance that you can’t miss.
And so, I said loudly, “What’s wrong with forming a line?” It’s just too early in the morning for someone to bitch around like that, and I didn’t want to have any of it.
Well eventually the PAL staff repeatedly told us to sit down, and I gave in after a few minutes when clearly they weren’t going to stop bothering us about it.
Why is it so difficult for many of us to just smile and let things slide? You know, chill a little.
Chill a little. Yeah. I should take my own advice, hence end this entry, lest I build more irritation.
Good morning, Teng!
An incident that happened this morning got me thinking about this. I was waiting for the boarding call of my 9:30 am flight from Cebu to Manila. Ten minutes after my flight should have been boarding, the first announcement explaining the boarding procedures came onto the PA system. Shortly after, they started boarding those who require special assistance – those in wheelchairs, with infants and small children. A short queue started to form by the entrance doors of the gate, with me perhaps second or third in line.
Now you must note that I usually let all other passengers board first (which is usually why I request for an aisle seat, to save the hassle of butt-on-knees incidents when your seatmates simply won’t budge, if you know what I mean). However upon check in, the counter guy said that I would be sitting on the second to the last row, on a window seat. Which is why I was such in a rush to board.
So going back to my story. The staff by the door told us that we were not yet boarding. Fine, I thought. I can wait. And then this PAL supervisor comes in and says, “Will you sit down? We’re not boarding yet.” In no way was it a courteous or polite request, rather, an order coupled with a smirk and an air of self-importance that you can’t miss.
And so, I said loudly, “What’s wrong with forming a line?” It’s just too early in the morning for someone to bitch around like that, and I didn’t want to have any of it.
Well eventually the PAL staff repeatedly told us to sit down, and I gave in after a few minutes when clearly they weren’t going to stop bothering us about it.
Why is it so difficult for many of us to just smile and let things slide? You know, chill a little.
Chill a little. Yeah. I should take my own advice, hence end this entry, lest I build more irritation.
Good morning, Teng!
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