caterpillar talk

not your story October 9, 2011

“I am convinced all of humanity is born with more gifts than we know. Most are born geniuses and just get de-geniused rapidly.”
–Buckminster Fuller

i’ll tell you what’s stressful.

it’s when you’ve done more than your fair share of laundry by hand, cooked food and ate what you cooked, washed the dishes — the house chores, you know. then, having done all that, you rewarded yourself with a trip to the mall — you went straight to the old spaghetti house and ordered food for two (you didn’t mind what the busboys were probably thinking about your impossible appetite, you’re able to pay for your order anyway) and ate again. then, time for some shopping since it’s been awhile since the last time. after that, you’re on your way home carrying all the stuff you bought — brown paper packages wrapped in your arms. la di da la di da. that kind of “all is well” and “everything is blissful, nothing can go wrong” mood. nevermind that it’s already dark and you’re on your own — you’re all soaked up in that good sunday evening vibe as you walked the few blocks going to your apartment. then, of all times, all the dogs in the neighborhood went barking. OMG!!! your entire body instantly betrayed you — you can deal with anything but NOT dogs, real or imagined, seen or not seen; as long as you’re aware they’re THERE (for crying out loud they’re DOGS!!!), you’re afraid of them.

i’m sure there are those of you who can easily say, “that’s nothing…” blah blah blah “wala ‘yan sa lolo ko…” blah blah blah. go ahead, indulge yourself, that’s okay with me. humor me ;-P see that title up there? gotcha. haha. i’m not sorry if ever i wasted your time.

10.09.11 chicken tequila pizza by TOSH