Collection of Essays

Spongebob

Nanonood kami ng maliit kong kapatid ng Spongebob Squarepants. 'Di ko alam ang title ng episode o nasimulan pero nasundan namin ang storya.

Nasa driver's seat si Mr. Krabbs, si Pearl sa tabi, si Spongebob sa likod. A field trip, kung saan akala ni Pearl sa paborito niyang place sila tutuloy, 'yon pala sa pagawaan ng pera. But of course, I'm not surprised why.

Even my brother knows how money-obsessed that red crustacean is. 'Mukhang-pera' ika pa niya, if it's not enough evidence he dislikes the crab.

I'm not fond of Mr. Krabbs either, but during that episode I find something in him worthy of a slow clap - noong naiyak siya na credit card niya ang ginamit ni Pearl pambayad sa boots. That reminds me of the time he cried when Pearl got sick. His cry was of a dad worried for his child. A loving father, so to say.

Then my mind pans from Krabbs to Plankton and all his deep-sighing attempts to steal the secret formula. Nakakaawa, until I see it as a metaphor for my dream, teaching me that if I really want to do or have that which I love, I need to brace for impact, because some days are going to be full of sea urchins.

Squidward teaches me the importance of peace (in and out), of self-love, and of me-time by showing me the consequence of not having any.

Patrick teaches me not to be dumb and stare at nothing, but to lay off the ego and to not lose awe of even the plankton-size matter, like this breathe, like my little brother.

Finally, Spongebob teaches me to be kind even to the meanest barnacle there is, to trust the deep sea (universe, God, whatever) that in the end, everything will turn just fine and to laugh it off if not.

But most importantly, he teaches me to be gay (and to choose it proudly) in this episode that I'm in till the last credits roll.