07/ 10/ 2015
Couch potatoes are the kind you see on the couch,I’m that species you see in the house, totally opposite of what I was 20 years ago. Weekends in college meant to dawdle, I used to ride a jeepney or a bus to an unplanned destination,but was too broke to leave the city limits.I used to attend weddings at churches I wasn’t invited to,I would dress up to blend in ,sit at the very back of the church to both admire and criticize the bride’s dress and the entourage, Manila Cathedral was my favorite spot. I have been to all the malls in Metro Manila in the 90’s, but was way too broke back then to take home the stuff my eyes would fancy. I used to wander at parks, I was a regular at the Luneta park and break waters,it was my broke way of convincing myself I was in Malibu or the Central park. I loved hanging out at the National library,not to read but to look at the people coming and leaving and make up stories about them in my head. I never said NO to parties,clubbing and out-of-town trips specially when they’re free.
Two decades later money is no longer an issue to explore beyond the city limits,but aging did something to me,it did not only bring wrinkles ,it brought a sense of something I can’t fathom. Suddenly,I love staying HOME. I work out here,sleep,dine,shop,watch,laugh,teach,scream,dance,live,laugh and love,love it here. It’s the irony of life I guess,when I was restless I was broke, I’m not rich but not broke either, but the lust for going out has faded,or do I feel too old to try,or did I become a different person over the years of being broke?
Or maybe because I found the perfect spot to carry on a different adventure without leaving the comforts of our home. Or maybe, I became the first diagnosed case of HOME potato.
Setting:Philippines in the 90’s,a post dedicated to MHCN class’97
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