When Death Is Bored

About a week ago, I got into an accident because of a rather stupid jeepney driver. Or maybe, it's more of the failure of communication between the driver and the passenger. Nonetheless, it is the driver's responsibility to keep all his passengers safe. The one who brought me to my destination last Saturday however was an idiot.

Now that I have recovered quite well enough to walk around the house, mom's convincing me to come to the hospital with her. It's what I originally wanted right after the accident. But now that I have gotten back the usefulness of my mortal body, I'd rather leave it to time for my full recovery. I mean, it's actually practical to go with mom. I just have a thing for hospitals. Hospitals don't scare me. I just don't like going to such and have myself checked when I am back to functionality.

Lastly, we have better things to cure. Well, whatever. Maybe I'd be opting to go with mom later basically because I have to accompany her to her check up. Admittedly, my body still hasn't fully recovered anyway, so might as well grab this opportunity. And in addition, she told me she'd pay for my haircut expenses later. Yes I am going to have a haircut.

God didn't want me dead yet. I could be considered lucky. If the circumstances were perfectly all in place, I'd be dead by now. And if I am, I would not be writing this blog post. Well I am writing this now. So to dear Death, I know you don't give a heads up whenever you're coming to pick up people from this earth. But whenever you're going to pick me up in the future, say hi first.

Social Mechanics

The family, as many teachings claim, is the basic unit or building block of society. Without families, a society cannot be. By definition though, a family is a group of people affiliated with each other because of biological, cultural, marital, and many other relationships. A family is the principal institution for socialization and is essentially the "home" of everyone.

We cannot choose our families as a child. When we are born, we aren't given the chance to choose our parents as we all well know basically because they created us. Assuming that a person grows normally in a normal family, in the context of ideals and media, though still subject to most pains in life, the family continues to be quite functional and the person still finds in himself a sense of development by being around these people.

But when a family goes into dysfunctional mode, it hinders the personal growth of all its members. It becomes unstable and it alters the relationships within the family. Probably the worst consequence of this would be the family's division where each member goes to say "to each his own" in the most extreme extent. The social group of a family then turns from emotional institution into psychological prostitution in the most bizarre of ways.

One screw is all it takes for a building block to loosen up. A family's screw up can easily unscrew that foundation it had stood on maybe for years. The same goes for all the other building blocks. Thus, this structure of society itself ain't shit. Society therefore is the people's mere attempt of making modern living "modern" - and by that we say more organized, disciplined and systematic.

The system cannot work optimally if a one fucking piece doesn't fit into the machine. The verdict: we should all fit inside so that the society can be "operative" and "successful." In order to do so however, all the pieces should possess the same quality of defectiveness. We all need to be slobs of concrete and layers of steel to keep the structure. By fulfilling social standards, we deprive ourselves of truth, but then again, it keeps that machine going...

And the identities dead.

Point is, in this machinery of souls, the system easily produces hate. And when hate arises, the goddamn phenomenon of love finds its course and eventually tampers the machine's reality.

It's Raining

Yesterday was like any other summer day. Aside from being freaking hot, the weather seemed to be too much of a troll. It rained for 15 minutes yesterday afternoon. Then, night turned very humid. Traffic was hell's bitch too. It was my first day of school. Uneventful, may I say, but it does not change the fact that days passing by continually remind me of time.

I've accidentally deleted my novel around 3 weeks ago. I have gotten over it, maybe. I am rewriting a new one and hopefully I can finish it by the end of June. It's not that I'm rushing it. It's more of... a challenge. End of June isn't necessarily a deadline. I'd rather call it an optimal time for publishing a piece. Don't ask me why, I don't know either.

Anyway, I'm logging off in 10 minutes. I've got to get to school early today before the rain turns into asshole mode. I'm going to put up more stuff these days.