There seems to be so much to write about. Little things, big things (meron ba?), ordinary things, not-so-ordinary things, there is just so much. But I can't seem to find the correct words to put everything together.
Trying to drown my self's inner noise with the music of Jars of Clay, I try to type this entry. Nothing make sense. A touch would burn, a word could be easily regarded as static, nothing, absolutely NOTHING makes any sense.
But I'll try to sort them out here anyway.
Just this morning, my mom was convincing me that I was fat. She need not do that. Haha. I know all on my own. She went on saying my brother was complaining that I was getting bigger - right the 200 ++ pound guy spoke his mind about his little sister gaining a bit weight with the excuse that he's a guy and it's ok for him to be pot-bellied... RIGHT.
She goes on nagging me that I don't like to go jogging/walking with them when they go to Ateneo on Tuesday and Thursday nights. It's not that really... It's not that I prefer to not keep myself fit but it's just that I am so tired at the end of the day... and given the choice to go walking with my family for exercise or staying at home to have some "alone time," I'd gladly choose the alone time to sort the noisy thoughts in my head.
But then, I can't tell that, can I? They'd start thinking I was depressed, or into some trouble and they'd start recommending psychiatrists next.
Really, when I was given that chance to leave them for a week to go to Beijing last year, it felt great to have some quiet. I didn't miss them. It wasn't the independence that I craved, it's the quiet and the peace that you don't get when they're with you. Too much noise, too much formalities...too much of this and that which right now, I don't want to care about.
I told her I wanted to go swim weekly instead (she hates swimming) so here comes the violent reaction that I wasn't being practical, that walking was the best sport or whatever. Well, excuse me, in swimming, you use basically all your muscles. Oh, oh, let's not forget she mentioned the chlorine and getting dark. Yeah, leave it to my mother to be vain about these things. Why can't she just admit that she didn't like the water and the fact the going somewhere without her makes her rather a bit uncomfortable? Oh God. I appreciate a parent, especially since she's the only one left, but, being over attached? Help!
To be continued... My train of thought just died...
3 comments:
Swimming is definitely the more superior sport. You exercise your entire body (vs just your lower body), it's non-contact so less injuries, and if you swim at night, then you don't get dark. Besides, a little chlorine isn't bad for you, it gives you some of that (un)recommended dose of chemicals we need to keep our body from being too sterile. :D In short, swim! And di ka pa pwede kausapin ng ibang tao, hehehe. More quiet time for you. Miss ya dear!
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Hi del :) miss ya too
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