Okay, so I took on a new job two weeks ago. I went to Vietnam last month on a vacation. I got myself a laptop, and more importantly, learned how to use a laptop. Granted, it hasn’t exactly been a completely-staid past month. Oddly enough, though, I have this vague disconcerting feeling of having settled in so — too? — easily into the pattern and grind and whirr of “adult” life. I’ve been in been-there-done-that mode since the early part of 2007, wherein I thumb my nose at college kids at Sarah’s who fall in love too easily, dress too skankily and don’t have an SSS number yet. Maybe it’s the weather, but I’m bored. Tired, yes, and bored. It’s not one particular thing. It’s certainly not my work, or the group of friends i hang out with. And it’s not something BIG, something that I might need a life-coach for. I suppose it’s just a general sense of restlessness over the predictability with which I currently run my life. (Does that make sense? I’m restless because I’ve gotten to be predictable? Heh. Just make it make sense.)
Like I said, it’s not a big deal. There’s no Alanis Morissette song written about this… phase. I could change my routine, of course. Like maybe stop hanging out at Analog, and start going to Embassy for a change. But I’m not really up to it. And I’m too tamad to get up on my (already starting to become) fat ass and leave the perimeters of UP Village. And I’m feeling anti-social right now and am not in the mood to make new friends.(haha, sunget.)
So how now, brown cow? My friend Steve thinks that I should draw up a list of 5 things that I’ve never done before, but have always wanted to: exciting enough to jolt me out of my mid-year dooldrums, but will cause no fundamental alterations in the general hulma of my life as I know it.
So here goes my list. I’m putting it on paper so I will be “estopped” (how law school!) and that will be motivation enough to see it through. Now, don’t some of you go “ang dali naman nyan!” at some of my entries, because we all are brave in different ways and if you’re mean enough to diss my fears, you’re probably too scared to have a python around your neck, or you pee in your pants when you ‘re made to speak in public. So there.
By next month, August 18, I should have been able to:
1. Eat in a buffet restaurant alone. Dinner, not breakfast. I’ve always been scared of eating in public alone. The usual “mukhang-kawawa” fear. But I’m gradually trying to conquer that. The buffet restaurant is the litmus test.
2. Cook a really difficult mediterranean dish.
3. Do yoga, even though I’m really, really scared of making a fool out of myself and looking so inflexible. I’m doing this on Saturday. My friend Joanne Barriga is conducting classes.
4. Get a Brazilian. *no pain, no gain*
5. Get my hair cut drastically short. (waaaaah)
And maybe all these will prepare me for my ultimate ULTIMATE fear-factor level fear. My biggest fear since first year college. Wait, high school pa ata. I’m giving myself a year. And I can’t even write about it because just thinking about it makes me break into cold sweat.
Urgh. Meantime, wish me luck with number 1-5. And get back to me on August 18.