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Saturday, May 3, 2014
RANT. That’s what Dabawenyos are doing in their social networks these days as they howl over the very long brownouts that are coming more often. Rave, that’s what they do as the hours stretch.
I prefer to laugh it off knowing too well that ranting and raving will not bring power back, but… ranting and raving will surely just make my temper rise. Amid hot weather and hotter office spaces where lights and air conditioners are off, you certainly do not need anything else hot in you, including temper.
I imagine myself in a sauna and further imagine about my fat cells slowly being simmered away by the hour. Of course, the sauna part may be true, but the simmering away of fat cells is fantasy. Still… when you are held immobile by the absence of power, fantasies are better companions than anger and temper.
I simply preserve the cool state as long as possible, and that can sustain me for an hour, and then suffer the three other hours either in silence or by eliciting some chuckles in my Facebook statuses.
Preserving… I do that too in the cold places I’ve been (natural and artificial). While friends or colleagues would quickly dive beneath thick blankets the moment we snuggle in to sleep in a well-airconditioned room or in a cold mountain hideaway, I prefer to start my sleep with a thin blanket or no blanket at all. In that way, as the night progresses and the cold becomes colder, I get to appreciate the warmth the thick blanket brings in steady progression. First, thin against cold, then thick but just up to the knees against colder, and all bundled up and very warm against the very cold temperature. The effect? While roommates and friends would be shivering by dawn, I’m feeling very warm and comfy and able to sleep until the morning light.
Delayed gratification, a friend said, as he watched me remove the meat from crabs and putting them aside in a growing mound on my plate, while they nibble each tiny piece they can extract continuously. How can you do that? Another friend asked as he watched my growing mound of crab meat on my plate, and the bigger mound of crab shells in a basket. I simply shrugged off his amazement and say, by working on the extraction of the meat first, I get to enjoy tablespoonfuls of crab meat and rice in dignified luxury instead of bits and pieces of crab meat eaten with dirty fingers and dirtier spoon and fork handles.
Very few can understand, but then, I still have to meet a roommate who doesn’t dive beneath thick blankets the moment they lie down in their bed to sleep. It’s really like doing away with ranting and raving against stuff you do not have much control and making time to be allowed to savor an experience the longest with no hassle in between. Like eating a mound of crab meat after the shells have been disposed. firstname.lastname@example.org
Published in the Sun.Star Davao newspaper on May 04, 2014.