Sometimes you just have to treat adulting as this funny role of numbing your senses, shutting up about your feelings, and being a walking encyclopedia of this government's damned bureaucracy; knowing by heart the forms, documents, fees, taxes, and bills like they're nursery rhymes but verbose and never funny. Your role in this goddamned Kafkaesque vaudeville requires a lot of small talk and it's not even about the weather. No, man. You gotta learn the "language". It's called "money" but it comes in many names: food, house, insurance. Sometimes it's called "security" but "career" has a nice ring to it. The best so far is called "future".
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But this has been society's default mechanism. Anyone who risked customizing mostly ended up being abandoned statues representing forgotten legacies or starved to death. The challenge of non-conformity is great. Any decent, educated person will never trade security with a piece of rock. You can't always be the hero on stage. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and be the fucking tree in the background.
But never doze off. Never let go of the unabashed, wild-eyed kid in you, with titanic dreams that keep your little heart burning, beating, fighting the numbness. Be numb but get paid doing it. Save the damn money. Earn the shit up. Cuddle your dreams at night and whisper, "Hold on a little longer, I'll be a fucking millionaire."
BINABASA MO ANG
ISKRIBOL (Mga Suka ng Isang Bored na Otistik)
De Todo[Written in Filipino and konting English] Kompilasyon ng mga mahahabang maiikling kwento, mga anik-anik, mga suka ng isa talagang bored na otistik, mga pighati habang naglalaslas, at iba pang mga walang kwentang kwento. Palakpakan!
