Expectations Meet Reality, Reality Meet Expectations

We take things and people for granted because of this perverse mentality that makes us think that they’d always be around. Along the worst case scenario comes the ill-fated fork road that leads to either the bargaining for a second chance or the feigning of an insurmountable sense of self, neither of which are signs of actual emotional strength.

In hindsight though, these defense mechanisms are silly. We often resort to self – indulgence to salvage our damaged ego, when in reality, we’re eternally flawed.

I, personally, do not patronize counterfactuals because considering hypothetical scenarios is a futile act in itself that causes nothing but emotional turmoil. When we engage in mental debacles concerning our “what if’s” and “maybe’s,” we subconsciously create a world other than our own. However, those two worlds—one of fiction, the other of actuality—do not always intersect, leaving us with an even more upsetting decision to either blame ourselves for expecting too much or hold reality liable for falling short of our expectations.

I had this naive notion that if I believed hard enough, my imagination will bring forth fruition and make my fantasies overlap with reality. I still want to believe in such ideology but it’s hard to trust the part in ourselves that relentlessly casts doubts over the vast majority of our endeavors.


Plans, Not Just Floor Plans

I have plans of moving out after my ALE. Unfortunately, I live in a very traditional and conservative household and discussing this topic any further with my parents would probably only elicit negative remarks.

I don’t normally give a fuck as to what people would think of me and of my decisions. But they are my parents. Needless I say that I do give a damn about what they would think about my major moves in life. I wouldn’t want them to see my moving out as an act of rebellion or of lack in debt of gratitude and whatnot. I want them to trust me and their impeccable parenting abilities, and believe that when that time comes, I’m already mature and independent enough to live well (and not just survive) using my own means.

I do recognize, though, that it’s all a working process. They need to see empirical proof that I am capable and worthy of such a maneuver before I even bring up the topic. Well, challenge accepted!


Funny How Sometimes You Just Find Things

As I was scouting for a book to add to my summer queue, my attention was caught by “The Professor and the Madman.” I thought the title was vaguely familiar. It turns out that the title was used in the lyrics of a pop song by an Irish rock band.

The reference is brilliant! The Professor and the Madman is about the making of the Oxford English Dictionary and it perfectly fits the context of the song in which it was used.

“You can ask the professor and the madman
If they couldn’t find the words, no one can
All I see, all I heard
When it comes to you
There’s just no, just no words”


On Creepiness

During our Art Studies class a while ago, we had to watch a video discussing the tendency of humans to exaggerate certain features in the depiction of man in art. It lasted for about an hour and jumped from prehistoric sculptures to Egyptian and Greek art and back to the prehistoric roots to emphasize on mankind’s distaste for reality. Even the Greeks with their seemingly life-like sculptures have a certain element of distortion because the details themselves were far too realistic and ideal.

As I was talking this over with Luigi, he introduced this catchy hypothesis called “Uncanny Valley” which was equally interesting. It’s also about man’s dismay and repulsion in human – looking objects to the point where they are already deemed as creepy, rather than be lauded for the effort in realism and advancement in technology.

But the highlight of the conversation was when I told him I found him creepy and he retaliated with:

Sambahin si Luigi

Made my night. =))