The Badly Written Sitcom

     Apparently, my blog is starting to be a weekly report for whatever the hell I do every weekend. Not a bad thing, considering the fact that restating my overflowing love for my Southern existence every week is starting to make my teeth ache. And the truth is, I’m having a bit of dissonance over the whole teaching thing.

    It’s not that I feel any differently about my so-called calling these days, it’s just that certain shit just can’t be stopped from happening. When I’m inside the classroom or the radio booth, I’m finer than fine, but once all the other parts of the job come in… like the less than inspirational work conditions, and the constant run ins with the old people, the watered down environment… everything.

    Good thing I was saved by my former fellow spamming smut-peddlers from IWeb. A night in Tagaytay with these people and the world is beautiful again. I actually entertained the thought of going back and working with them again after going home. It was that good.

    It’s a rare treat for me to act young and stupid, especially with all this newfound responsibility in this new, strange world of UPHSD. Being with the IWebbers again was exactly the thing I needed. Of all the people I’ve worked with and met after graduating college, there isn’t anyone I feel more comfortable with than them. They  just feel more real, and the connection and interaction more natural. I think it’s because great mind think alike. Or the fact that we used to do a job that left no pretensions. Or we’re just all really cool. Either way, I don’t really care. I’m just glad to know that there’s a pocket dimension in this universe for me to seek refuge and joy in without fail.

    And on that note, we’ll obviously miss you Edce. Enjoy Canada as much as we enjoyed having you around.

     I had an interesting weekend, to say the least. Now, I pride myself in always having interesting weekends consistently, but some weeks are just over the top. I mean, it’s not every week that one gets duped into leaving a group of friends to meet up with a long lost friend who turns out to be someone who just contacted you under the instructions of another old friend.

    Hey, I’ve been played before, but it never ceases to amaze me how people just wont stop at anything just to get their way. It doesn’t matter if weaknesses get manipulated or the group of friends that got left may or may not be left thinking twice about inviting me to another weekend romp. All that matters is the bottom line.

    I appreciate head games. I do. I did my fair share of them on a few unsuspecting victims. And I’ve always embraced the "Wile E. Coyote"-level of passion. That’s why I’m cool with the whole thing. Wont be falling for it ever again, I promise you, but I’m cool.

    See, the way I see things, it was just a weird chain of loyalty. A chain that enables everyone to step on anyone because of loyalty to one’s self or someone else. Humans.

    So I had to decompress from all that drama by being, first the first time in years, inexplicably silly. I had this experiment see, wherein I wore a fake moustache in school. I just wanted to freak out my friends and see everyone’s reactions. Apparently, not a lot of people are willing to accept utter goofiness.

    Thank God my students do.

    So, what did I learn from the past few days? Well, back then I would let things slide because I just don’t give a fuck. These days, it’s because I’m way too busy walking around looking like an idiot with fake facial hair.

      You know when you’re playing The Sims, and you have to like keep your character happy by fulfilling all his needs, relationship, social, room, fun, bladder, rest, everything? And when one need isn’t met, it affects all aspects of his life? That’s pretty much life as we know it by now.

      I’ve always been a believer that you can’t have everything. You have a great  career, your personal life sucks. You have an awesome personal life, either your job blows or you’re pretty much loveless. Great opportunities, no social life. You get the point.

     That’s where I’m at right now, doing a job that I love, surrounded by people that make me happy, both inside and outside the workplace, and yet, there’s always something missing. I hope it’s not the lack of romantic involvement over the past few months.

     I’ve sworn off relationships entirely, but there are still instances wherein my own basic human frailties like emotion get in the way. Damn these newly reactivated feelings.

    I definitely need more rest… but that’s just because my days have always lasted a minimum of 18 hours.

     I think it’s being surrounded by all these couples, young and old. And as much as I love just living alone, going to the mall with Carlo for our weekly dose of comics and toys is eventually going to start seeming so gay. That and going to a western themed bar every friday night. (Can you say "brokeback"?)

    I think it’s time for healing. I’ve been alone for too long. It’s already starting to affect my work. (Not that I’ve always been a symbol industriousness, if that is a word, but I’ve always put in that extra effort since becoming an educator.) I don’t even look forward to doing the radio show anymore.

    And it’s not as if I do the same old shit everyday, I mean, the magic of college times is back and has replenished my soul… but something’s just oddly askew.

    I think this little show of mine needs romance. And lots of it.

    Then again, I’ve had a few brushes of it the past several weeks, but…. well… long freaking story.

    And so ends another long and pointless post. I just needed to vent, and it’s my third day without a cigarette. Thank you, Mike for commenting… rest assured that I wasn’t fishing for comments in the last post. And Ed? Drugs are never the answer. But it’ll do for now I guess. 

     After night a crazy Friday night that involved Resty, the iWeb people, the MTV people AND the fellow Grill patrons, I am now left with one of those fever/flu thingies… so in other words,  I’m sick.  Really sick. So if this post makes less sense than usual, I have a perfectly valid excuse. (For once.)

    I saw the coolest thing last Friday. Now, I wont be naming names because I don’t really know if disclosing said person’s identity would result in disastrous consequences, so let’s just call this person The Big Guy. So, The Big Guy was standing in front of a 7-11, the one I used to buy junk food from back in my smut peddling days, and informed me that he was waiting for his paycheck. So I was like, "what, here?" Then a cab pulled over. He went in, spoke to the person inside for a couple of moments, then stepped out, several thousands richer.  That was pimpin’.

     I’m going to march down to HR and demand I get my paycheck in a similar, if not cooler, fashion.

    The Big Guy also was planning to crap in his pants to escape from domestic trouble… which again, is just pure coolness.

    After my roller coaster Friday night, I hobbled on home saturday morning for a shower and a change of clothes before going on to teach my beloved students. And that was cool. Not as cool as The Big Guy’s actions and decisions, but it’s not so bad either.

    Next weekend, the only trip in the books as of now would be a trip further sout with the son to be reunited iWeb people. Hopefully that pushes through… if only for the opportunity to bear witness to hijinx that only a bunch of people in their line of work could do.

    No comments to respond to this week, so I guess eeryone stopped reading and caring. Woe is me.

    (This week’s post, as well as last week’s, would not take place had it not been for Ivan, the heir apparent of the throne of the one and only godfather of porn. Bitches.)