I am having a post-2012 depression. And it isn't even after 2012 yet. It is just such a good year that lately, I've been feeling a sense of irritation for every time I see "Goodbye 2012" sentiments in the media. Welp. I can't control time.
So, here's an homage to the year that got me through high school and into the jaws of college, destined me to meet three of the people I venerate, suckled my mind with the fruits of tough life in rough, unfamiliar cities, led me to a dozen first tries, and secured me a whopping amount of money in my bank account.
In 2012, I...
... was married to my own twin sister, which prompted us to further deepen our bisexual incest relationship.
... graduated from the high school! BEST thing that happened in high school!
... went to college.
... went to an actual concert. Dragged into the entire affair by my sister's long-term infatuation with William Beckett's music.
... embraced the idea of taking dormitories. Creys to Bouncing Souls' singing of
Night Train and
Big Eyes to soothe my bleeding heart.
... got stranded in Manila during the monsoon. And survived.
... went to see Rey Mysterio in Trinoma. I ended up going home with tears in my eyes. And they were definitely
not of joy.
... received an invitation that kept me smiling for months.
... rode aboard a vessel ship on a school day, and ended up being so fucking sentimental seeing the ocean during the night.
.... went to see more art exhibits in a year than I had in my entire existence.
... actually had a conversation with these o-sam people!
... gallivanted Manila for five months, without attempting to skip the dire and desperate days. Heck, I even did it clad
in Filipiniana once.
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If this entire blog is not enough for me to extol my indebtedness to the crazy love affair I begun with the year 2012, then I wish I could say something profound. But then, it would take me until the next year to figure out the right words to key in. This I know: 2012, for me, is an unraveling of the harshness of human nature, a reality check on the acrid dregs that constitute our existence. It bluntly grabbed me by the collar to expose this part of the world. But then it also permitted me to race against borrowed time so I could get through the things, good
and bad, that I had always willed myself to conquer. Then, in its revolution, I conceptualized ideas that I never before had witnessed in the confines of my thoughts. I am slowly being molded to be critical, might I say, appreciative. And of what or for what - that is something that I would like to discover in the succeeding year.
That is all.
Happy New Year.
