Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Anxieties and my Pounding Heart
There are times when I think that I’ve been blogging for so long that I subconsciously try to spice things up by putting down typed content that is entirely unrelated to the images posted. That being said, let me tell you about this one time where I got forced (for lack of a better term!) to traverse a way I am not familiar with whatsoever using public transportation in order to bypass probably the worst traffic situation I’ve ever witnessed in my lifetime AKA the one truck lane policy by the MMDA.
When Papa dropped me off someplace after his errands (that was the day I finally understood what oil change meant. Forgive me. I do not know a thing about cars) I was half listening to his instructions because the other half of my attention was given to listen to my pounding heart (and in effect, try to calm myself down so that it would beat in a normal rhythm, which sadly, I failed at miserably) I have always been very adventurous, mind you, and I’m game for pretty much anything - except when that anything involves me, a person who sucks with directions, going to an unknown place, alone, informed, but alone. It’s kind of an exaggeration (because I did get to my destination safe, and in one piece, and an hour early compared to the four hours I would have suffered in if I chose to take the NLEX!) but those events transform me into an anxiety producing factory, and although sometimes illogical, it’s part of who I am.
And truth be told, I honestly think we all need to be illogical sometimes, or at least, know enough to realize when we are. Because if not, then how could we see distinguish between the times when we make sense, and those where we live and breath pure nonsense?