The Two Hundred

So here we are then. Ten years after my last post, I am struggling to put my thoughts in words. Phew, is blogging still relevant in today's world? As they all say, if it is not on Tiktok then it did not happen. BUT, I would rather die suffering from watching BBM spew lies and disinformation than do Tiktok. You and everyone else do not give a fuck. I know. 

Why am I here then?

I have nothing better to do really. Weekends are like deadzone in this pandemic. When one lives and works at home in a tiny townhouse whatelse is there to do? Back to netflix surfing where you spend hours searching for something good to watch? What about books then? I TRIED. Really. I have shelves of old books I want to revisit and a couple of new titles to read but nowadays I find it a bit difficult to focus on reading after more than two hours. It hurts my eyes and the back. Reminds me to visit my eye doctor soon. Ano nga tawag doon in English? Optometrist or Opthalmologist? I am now only reading one book every two months. I am currently enjoying Sweet Bean Paste by Durian Sukegawa.

But I digress. 

I guess I just miss this. I miss expressing myself through this blog and not caring about what people think. I am now also weaning myself away from Facebook. That place is a hellhole. Here I can post anything and  have the luxury of not seeing irrelevant and inane feeds from people whom I have been friends with OR NOT at one point in time. I just wish I could “unfriend” them all at once. Wait, no. I want to remain FB friends with about two hundred people who I really want to be in contact with, for professional and/or personal reasons. 

OR should I just ask those two hundred people their numbers and just get out of Facebook while I am still sane enough to do so. The question is, if you were one of those two hundred people would you give me your number then? If I were in your two-hundred list would I give you mine? Probably not.