We all know that FRIENDS episode when Ross was super whiney (I mean, whinier than usual) because someone at work ate his sandwich, right?
Well, he was having a difficult time with his second marriage at the time and he explained that the only good thing in his life then was the sandwich he brought to work; but then, a co-worker ate it so he came running to his friends and threw the biggest tantrum an adult could ever do.
That’s super painful to watch. Imagine this gigantic man screaming like a girl.
That was before I got into a little mishap (or should I say, a couple of them) today.
My day was going fine, until the security alarm in the department store I went to today went off when I passed through it. As per routine, the security personnel asked to check my stuff, so I handed him my bag without hesitation. I was calm the whole time and they apologized when they learned that the alarm was triggered by the bar code sticker (of National Bookstore) at the back of the book in my bag.
With utter nonchalance, I went on with my business, which was just to go home after a long day, not caring about those who stopped to see what the commotion was about.
When I got inside my car, I texted my brother and one of my dearest friends here in Cebu about what happened, but then I couldn’t brush it off my head, remembering how one girl looked at me as if I did something wrong.
I was overthinking again. What if someone took my photo. What if those people judged me outright for something I did not do? Why did it have to happen to me? Did I honestly deserve to be put to shame like that? Was that karma for something I did in the past? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY DID I HAVE TO BE PUT IN THAT SITUATION?!
I let it go then off I went to get food for me and a friend. Unfortunately, all the odds weren’t in my favor as the food I got for myself spilled. I wasn’t going to cry, but then THAT WAS THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE, but just like that, it was gone.
For the first time ever, I drove off with tears running uncontrollably down my eyes.
My hormones must be on fire as I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Suddenly, all my other worries came rushing in my mind. I was so sad, I wanted God to hug me.
When I was walking back up to my apartment, I thought, this must have been what Ross felt when someone ate the only good thing in his life, right?!!
Truly, things happen for a reason, but since I couldn’t think of what that may be and since I got to write about it here anyway, I’ll just let it go and let God.
I am sooo f*cking tired, emotional and saaaaaaaaaaad. I wish I could crawl back into my shell and never come out again.
Why did it have to happen to me? I was slaving my a** off helping people around all weekend, but that wasn’t enough to spare me that moment.
Have you ever considered that being kind doesn’t equate to a problem-free life? That’s why people often ask “Why do bad things happen to good people?”
I guess, we all need to be put in such situations in order to learn, to not take things for granted and to be more cautious in the choices that we make in life.
Happy Sunday everyone! Laban lang!