I have finally decided to delete my Facebook account. Facebook was probably the only thread I had left that was weakly connecting me to the social world, and I had mercilessly cut it off with a sadistic clicking of the "delete my account" button.
Facebook sucks. But apparently, I suck more because I was on it.
I admit I had never been reliable with household chores.
When I was a kid, my mother often had to do the things that she originally asked me to do, by herself, because I was often busy reading a book, or writing something I never let anyone read, or studying the movie schedules on HBO. I'm sure there were times when I had reasonably caused my mother great exasperation and was definitely a constant stress generator - then (let me just add that part). I used to find it odd how a lot of times I got away with being such a slacker.
But I don't anymore.
I don't find my mother's lax parenting odd anymore.
These days at six in the morning I make a habit of sleep-walking out of my bed with my camera and jumping on my bike. Often before I pedal out of earshot, I would hear my father ask, "Tikain dadama it hiya?" (Where is she going this time?)
And then my mother's free-and-easy response would always come, "Ti-picture hit mga dampog." (She's off to take pictures of the clouds.)
Now I understand that my mother's long-suffering patience with me when I was a kid was deliberate and not an error in her judgment. As young as I was then, she already knew that her ten year old had her head in the clouds, and decided that it was alright.