chasing dragons with plastic swords

So last night I started feeling off and under the weather, and thus I have been running on half (mental) capacity. At the time of this writing, I am high on bioflu. Have you ever tried doing any smart activities while on flu meds? Everything is a blur, so even the simple activity of getting from point a to point b somehow becomes an exercise in retardation (one foot in front of the other Rio yes that’s it now the other foot). Amidst the blurring lines and squiggly surfaces, it’s a little disconcerting to mull over some things since I consider mulling, wondering, thinking, and considering activities best done when not on flu meds.

This morning I have been arguing with Mabie regarding a trip which will pretty much require me to figuratively jump through flaming hoops, crawl under barbed wires, and climb every mountain, ford every stream. Wait, what? So while arguing – which is basically her typing furiously at the other end and me with my arms crossed and grunting at every point she made – she used a card I have never seen before. It’s the “Nag-iiba na ang demographics natin” card.

I’ll have to admit, that woke me up from bioflu stupor faster than four thirty. I had a retort, really. I was about to say that I wasn’t about to be a guy in the next year, and she’s not going to be a teenager anytime soon so we’ll always have those demographics in common. She’s right though, Rica’s married, we all have plans of moving away from Manila. The point is, we may not be able to keep status quo – whether we like it or not, we’re going to move apart somehow. That’s just sad, don’t you think?

In this bioflu stupor, I’m choosing to be stubborn. In my head, growing up doesn’t mean growing apart. I mean, what if we – independently from each other – decide to move away from Manila and we all end up living in Cavite? Or Batangas? Or Mars, I dunno. This is a small world. It’s not even the point. The universe can play with us as much as it wants (not a challenge Batman, it’s a declarative sentence, just so we’re clear), but I’m sure we’ll survive. I’ve always thought proclaiming the ends of eras to be completely retarded, since let’s face it, change will always be there – it’s the transition that’s excruciatingly hard.

So yes, while I accept that there are limitations to the relationships we have with one another (damn this mortal coil), and we are helpless in some situations the universe may plan to throw on our faces, I think we’ll be okay. Whatever, right? (Wanna see if we’ll fall apart once you get married or something? Try and get married now, I’ll wait here.) We’re here, now.

Plus, you’re stuck with me bitch and I plan to keep it that way.