JUDGMENTAL ME
I know a 7 year-old girl who, when she plays with her friends, hates being the it. Whenever she becomes one she pouts, complains and sometimes even cry and hurt her playmates simply to avoid being the it. She even threatens her playmates to tell on them, breaking their bond of secrets just to get what she wants.
…Yet I know a 13 year old kid who thinks he’s tough. He doesn’t perform very well in the classroom but he’s the king of the playground. He never gets laughed at in the classroom during embarrassing situations because if you do, chances are, recess won’t be your favorite time of the day.
…Still I know a 27 year old man who creates illusions of what he calls glamour and beauty and calls himself a beauty queen; his actions – “fabulous.” He wants people to admire his new dress or his new shoes. He finds answers in life’s most difficult situations in a shopping mall.
…Still I know a successful 39 year old man who makes jokes at other people’s expense. He loves organizing small parties and little get-togethers. He is very smart and very funny. He has a list of one-liners conveniently tucked in his memory which he pulls out anytime he sees someone he knows. He uses them anytime any place at almost any given situation. He simply adores the feedback he gets from the laughter of the crowd at his keen observations. He enjoys it so much, it’s his second nature. For him, it works in any kind of small social gathering. He has people whom he calls friends which he makes fun of, nonetheless.
…Then I know a very good-looking 50-year-old man who never got married and lives alone. He has a moderately high paying job. He lives in a nice two-bedroom apartment overlooking the sea. The apartment is in a record book for being the cleanest, most organized apartment in the world. He’s current relationship is with someone old enough to be his youngest child; if he ever had one. He finds relaxation in sex; but not necessarily with his current relationship. He relinquishes smoking and alcohol almost everyday. He seems happy.
...Then I know a 65 year old widow and a mother of five. She runs her own business. She wakes up at 6 in the morning and goes to work before 9. She goes home at 9:30pm. She does it 6 times a week. She never misses a Sunday mass as much as she never misses any of her children. Her hands are simply too full.
…and life goes on.
…Yet I know a 13 year old kid who thinks he’s tough. He doesn’t perform very well in the classroom but he’s the king of the playground. He never gets laughed at in the classroom during embarrassing situations because if you do, chances are, recess won’t be your favorite time of the day.
…Still I know a 27 year old man who creates illusions of what he calls glamour and beauty and calls himself a beauty queen; his actions – “fabulous.” He wants people to admire his new dress or his new shoes. He finds answers in life’s most difficult situations in a shopping mall.
…Still I know a successful 39 year old man who makes jokes at other people’s expense. He loves organizing small parties and little get-togethers. He is very smart and very funny. He has a list of one-liners conveniently tucked in his memory which he pulls out anytime he sees someone he knows. He uses them anytime any place at almost any given situation. He simply adores the feedback he gets from the laughter of the crowd at his keen observations. He enjoys it so much, it’s his second nature. For him, it works in any kind of small social gathering. He has people whom he calls friends which he makes fun of, nonetheless.
…Then I know a very good-looking 50-year-old man who never got married and lives alone. He has a moderately high paying job. He lives in a nice two-bedroom apartment overlooking the sea. The apartment is in a record book for being the cleanest, most organized apartment in the world. He’s current relationship is with someone old enough to be his youngest child; if he ever had one. He finds relaxation in sex; but not necessarily with his current relationship. He relinquishes smoking and alcohol almost everyday. He seems happy.
...Then I know a 65 year old widow and a mother of five. She runs her own business. She wakes up at 6 in the morning and goes to work before 9. She goes home at 9:30pm. She does it 6 times a week. She never misses a Sunday mass as much as she never misses any of her children. Her hands are simply too full.
…and life goes on.
posted by marlbaldez at 1:55 AM
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2 Comments:
Chicken soup for the soul? No, sinigang na baboy for the soul. Because it is both maasim and warm at the same time, and yet it both nourishes and comforts.
I'm not seeing you passing judgment, but I'm seeing very carefully dispensed observations. You're allowing us to exercise scrutiny.
Cheers!
for momel:
Thank you my friend. Allow me to say you scrutinize intelligently as always. You seem to get my inner messages from almost all my posts.
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