Been a few days now and I am starting to get weak I feel from the continuous drink ups when I leave the house just to get something small like green mangoes. I know I should probably stop at some point so the need for a ready excuse has to be on hand with me at all times. The hayahay mentality from the countless relatives are l blessing and a curse rolled into a nice little bundle for me to keep an eye of. I mean I am no complaining. I look for this kind of lifestyle but I am also not sure this is sustainable as a viable way to live a fulfilling life in the new norm created for me.
While I am thinking of all the things to say when the need to excuse yourself at the most opportune time. The looks on their faces when I left not an hour before suggests in mhy mind the disappointment from my friend who was pusug pusug a bisaya term I jsut heard today of plying you with endless amounts of beer, followed by just one more bottle is very hospitable yet I am going to have to insist on leaving them mid drink. Since most of them are going to probably continue to the wee hours of the day/night.
What a carefree life of my relatives who work and enjoy their time today as a public holiday. I feel naked when I put my hands in my pocket and only have a small amount of money since ATMs are not dispensing me money. I hope my bank will give me more! But my brain says calma lang with my funds LOL
It is a good conundrum when one has the means to just get the machine t spit out the dough for me to flow into anything and everything the heart desires. The void is there but the distraction is strong. So much so I can honestly say it will be a bigger struggle once the day becomes quiet and the crowd go back to their working life where I will have noone there to share the time with. It's an inevitability of flying solo.
Guess I will end my little thought post for today.
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