Basically if there’s something I think I need to change about myself is my inability to say “no” to people I like. Hypothetically, if I were a girl, contraception would be a way of life for me.
Take for instance last Sunday. All week I was looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday – the week previously I had a panic attack after gym. I hadn’t had one for years and it kind of shook me up. But I had work so I went through the week and ended up on Friday celebrating the birthday of a friend.
The birthday had the requisite drinks – I can’t abide by beer so she thoughtfully served vodka cruisers to me which is like getting drunk on fruit juice. Needless to say, I got drunk but since I have work on Satudays (see How To Spend Saturdays), I still had to drag my tired and still hung-over ass to work. Since I couldn’t go to the gym in the state that I was that Saturday, I was planning to go the following day to sauna-off the 5% alcohol in my blood stream (really, I make a bad job of getting drunk).
So maybe it was the inebriation that caused me to agree to my friend’s plea that I accompany her to a live show on the Kapamilyachannel. Part of me felt like replying “Ok but I’ll be cutting you off from my life after this” but the natural sucker in me (alright, go ahead and see how many jokes you can make from the last phrase) instead asked “What time are we meeting up?”
If there’s a quality I’d like to be known for, I’d want it to be for being punctual. Whether I say I’ll be there at 5:30 am or 12 midnight, I’d kill myself to be there on time. Sunday was no different. I’d agreed to meet my friend at 8:30 am at the MRT station in Pasay. I was there at 8:00 am.
Her first text message that morning at 8 am should have tipped me off – she said “The rain’s really pouring.” I refrained from texting back that I knew since I had just gone through it on my way to our meeting place. I backed off since I thought sarcasm that early in the morning was uncalled for. I merely replied by asking her if she was already on her way. She said she was.
Actually, she said she was already near two more times before she finally texted me that she was already there.
Where we had not agreed to meet. It was 9:20 am.
My cup of bile runneth over but all I could manage to text to her was a trite “If we’re going to stand in line at the studio, I’d rather just go home.”
When we got to the studio, our other friend – the one who got the passes for the live show was miffed that we hadn’t arrived earlier. In any other situation, I would have been apologetic. That day, I wasn’t. For two reasons. We were late through no fault of mine and because I knew instinctively why he wanted to come in early – so he could gawk at the stellar personalities ambling through.
Listen – by myself, I am likewise prone to gawk at stars but in a crowd of star-gawkers I am repulsed by the gawking. Especially if I feel that the object of the gawking is a no-talent who’s only getting by via cuteness or some other attribute that had nothing to do with entertainment – at least not in the manner that entertainment is usually defined (I know, I am evil).
(End of Part Une – Part Doux with Pix)