Choices

When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)

When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)

When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)

And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)

And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)

My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.

Oct 13, 2007

Blogging = Catharsis

Got my pen. Scribbled some words. Thought it was pure nonsense. Then my lines created some shapes. My mind shouted but it ended there. My scream got stuck at the middle of that somewhere where words are created and are processed if they can be blurted out without hurting yourself or other people. I can't remember what area of the brain is that. I have fully forgotten my anatomy and physiology. But one thing I know and have concluded. I'm not yet insane though I seem to be in the verge of it.

Yeah sanity! When can one claim he/she is sane? Can you?

One more thing though, I'm still in full control. Got no executive dysfunction or whatsoever. I was still able to regulate my affect and maintain my interest in this thing I love the most doing -- BLOGGING!!!

Words... They are indeed my bestfriends. They make me release bad energies accumulated in my system. CATHARSIS. At least my professors in Psychology would still be proud of me because I remember one important gradient in one's humanization process -- CATHARSIS.

BLOGGING = CATHARSIS
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