Adulting Rants

The only real reasons why you became physically independent are:

1) There is nobody for you to depend upon. You’re forced into it, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

2) You don’t like being a burden.

3) Being independent is just the better option than being dependent on people who will use it against you and hold you on a leash. 

These can overlap sometimes and it just makes more sense to learn to get on your own two feet. Honestly, you’d be happier. Then people will start becoming dependent on you. Just don’t continue the vicious cycle of number 3. 


You who can do no wrong.

When something goes wrong, and all you can think of is who should be blamed, it says a lot about your character. Especially those who point fingers (or even insinuate sarcastically) and do nothing to help fix the situation, because to them it ‘wasn’t their fault’ and therefore they have ‘no responsibility whatsoever’ to mend things. 

If you read the above and still think there’s nothing wrong with that, that speaks even more volume on your character. The best thing you can do, if you refuse to help, is to shut up.

Tired thoughts

When something is too good to be true, the best thing to do is to keep expectations at bay, and go about your own life as usual.

That way, disappointments won’t be as harsh when it hits you that it’s never gonna happen. That everything you fantasized about was really no more than just fantasies. 

Partly why I hate to plan things. If things are not gonna go the way you want them to, why bother? 

A Timeout

I’m so exhausted.

I know, it’s been barely two months and I’m already complaining. Lol. And funny how I always choose to do a blogpost whenever I don’t have much time on my hands.

Anyways, it isn’t really the work that tires me, but people. I don’t really mind working late hours if it’s with great people in a great environment. I have been blessed for the first few weeks in terms of that. This current job though… well let’s just say it exhausts me. And I can’t wait for a break. #whinybrat

I find so much comfort in being able to go to church. Not trying to sound too #spiro, I just like the environment and tender loving care given. Hahaha. Perks of being a newcomer. Of course, having the church being gospel-centered is central to pointing to true joy.

Last Sunday I was greeted by a view of disabled people seated in front, and there usually aren’t so many of them and it grabbed my attention. A sight of a lady with an oxygen tank/bag caught my eyes. Has she always been here? I wonder. During baptism, a lady who suffers from what seemed like a motor neurone disease was wheeled to the front and gave a slurred yet confident declaration of her faith, and I wondered about how I’m so enabled to love Him with my hands and feet and yet my faith is but a mustard seed. 10 minutes into the service two chairs were pulled up next to me and a pair of elderly couple sat in them. The old uncle asked me if I was new, and I replied that I have been attending for a few weeks now. He smiled a very tender, grandfather-ish smile that made my heart warm. He introduced me to those in front of us during the short mingling and even motioned for me to go meet more. He then introduced his wife to me, who has “a little bit of dementia”, according to him as he said it with sad smile. When it was announcement time the Reverend came to speak and the uncle whispered to me “that’s my son” with a proud face and I could see clearly how his son resembled him and his wife. After the service he asked if I was joining lunch to which I couldn’t, and he said “will I see you next week then?”, to which I immediately affirmed ย with a smile. I left with his warm smile lingering in my mind as I thought of my grandfather.

I thank God for encounters like this.ย