earthdate 042707
Dang, my conscience is eating me up; yet I still want to keep my ground of insisting my happiness should also count. I know it’s my religion’s commandment to honor thy parents and almost everyone around me says, “bayaan mo na, nanay mo pa rin yon.” But, am I mean for not wanting my biological mother to attend the happenings in my life? Is it such a big deal that I just want worry/stress-free celebrations? Is it so evil of me not to want to make asikaso anyone and just bask in my supposed happiness?
One, as I said before, mere presence elicits negativity. Two, some actions are irritatingly embarrassing. Three, I got deep-rooted grudges, especially one which concerns my dad’s estate. Four, she did not contribute to my success despite the obvious fact I needed support…in fact, it was my dad, even beyond death, who put me through my entire study of the law and the two bar seasons after; thus it is him who deserves the credit and the position to treat me as a trophy-child with my passing now. Five, despite being my supposed celebration, she’d use the occasion to ask me to ask other people for favors I would very much like to do without (heck, I do not ask certain big people for favors for myself despite desperately needing for so; then why should I start asking them for matters not even remotely related to me?).
Sigh, live and let live na lang sana. But because of the blood lines, sana man lang, respect to earn respect.
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Off to Ilocandia again tonight and be back to sign the Roll of Attorneys next week. Let it be a kind and safe trip J.
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