Tuesday, April 29, 2003
I hate this life.
the problem with me is that there are too many roads to follow. and i have no idea where i'd be better off. But really, how does one decide? and how, at the end of the day, argue that you could have done any different?
we do what we do because of who we are. otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
the problem with me is that there are too many roads to follow. and i have no idea where i'd be better off. But really, how does one decide? and how, at the end of the day, argue that you could have done any different?
we do what we do because of who we are. otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
I am almost afraid to open my mailbox. I sent an advocacy letter to everyone, and one person answered with more than a little temper. Now they seem to have given rise to backlash I had previously seen only in bad telenovelas.
And I am kind of sorry that they hadn't held their tempers. My letter was, or tried to be, even-tempered and appealing to the process of thought. And the guy was someone I knew, after all, and although he's a nut, he didn't deserve this.
I went to my friends for succor. It was the same on all ends - "you shouldn't have reacted na lang", they said. One told me to lighten up, and that the world shouldn't be taken seriously because one isn't taken seriously by the world. That stung. Bad as the backlash was, that cut me even deeper. Because I could understand where the backlash was coming from. And I understood my friend's point of view. But I thought she understood me.
Sometimes, even when you have chosen your battles, you are not prepared for the wounds.
And I am kind of sorry that they hadn't held their tempers. My letter was, or tried to be, even-tempered and appealing to the process of thought. And the guy was someone I knew, after all, and although he's a nut, he didn't deserve this.
I went to my friends for succor. It was the same on all ends - "you shouldn't have reacted na lang", they said. One told me to lighten up, and that the world shouldn't be taken seriously because one isn't taken seriously by the world. That stung. Bad as the backlash was, that cut me even deeper. Because I could understand where the backlash was coming from. And I understood my friend's point of view. But I thought she understood me.
Sometimes, even when you have chosen your battles, you are not prepared for the wounds.
