Foreseeable Crisis

Expect the unexpected, prepare for the worst.

September is, as I’ve mentioned on the first entry, an expansion of self-definition month. The self keeps pushing her limits to discovering things she thought she can’t do or is afraid of trying. And in the process of doing so, finding depth on each discovery is the target. It’s like the cherry on top of some sinful dessert or the sweet syrup at the bottom of one Blowjob cocktail.

The usual routine of the self includes:

1.     Family time. When not at work, expect the self to spend the free days at home with folks and the coolest siblings on earth.

2.     Work. Spending 8-12 hours per shift. No, I’m not that lady guard. Nice try, though.

3.   The self-time. Lots of banjing banjing, stares at the ceiling, got bored, reads books, got eye pain, goes out and just have caffeine and nicotine dose without shower, with messy curly hair in bun, dons glasses, rutty shirt and pekpek shorts or pigs out in nearby Frostea and Mcdo or carinderia kind of the self-time.

4.  Skype dates with the boyfriend. Staring at each other for hours and laughing, having meals “together”, and you know the stuff other LDR couples do.

5.    Ganap nights with the self's friends, colleagues, and siblings from another mother are the culprit of jiggling belly yet happier soul.

Predictable. Safe.

Then early this month, the self tried stuff that may not be a biggie for all, but it is to her.

Skateboarding. Hiking. Cheating.