Monday, August 31, 2009

Something's Gotta Give

Emma just got back from the dentist…glad the root canal is over!

Sam is done with his 5th cup of coffee and is getting ready for the conference.  Yey!!

Bianca thinks it’s strange that the man in front of her keeps looking at his watch. 

These are the types of information I have gotten used to receiving in the past year or so.  Ever since I signed up for a Facebook account, it has consistently become part of my daily routine.  Somehow I can almost hear my husband reacting to my use of the word ‘routine’.  Alright then, it’s probably closer to an addiction than a routine.  But what is someone like me to do to resist this constant bombardment of information regarding other people’s lives?...someone like me who, 95% of the time, is confined to the four walls of our home and whose only window to the exciting, colorful, global world is through the internet???  My curious, internet-loving self is much too weak to deny Facebook entry into my life, my home. 

With Facebook, I am able to indulge my introverted, yet voyeuristic self without being creepy or (overtly) pathetic.  Let’s admit it.  We all derive some form of pleasure from being part of what I call the ‘non-committal audience’.  By that I mean we are watchers, observers of our contacts’ lives and yet we are under no obligation to respond a certain way, or respond at all for that matter.  One of your ‘friends’ posts he just got a new dog, while another announces she’s gotten engaged to her boyfriend of 12 years.  You can ignore the engagement announcement and totally be ecstatic about the canine without hurting anyone’s feelings.  What’s more is that everyone still ends up happy.  One party’s curiosity is quenched while the other’s need to express found a hip, and might I add, far-reaching, venue. 

That’s the other thing about Facebook that fascinates me.  Yes, it’s a social networking site which means its primary objective is to link you to others;  for you to orient yourself outwards, towards others.  Yet the fact is that this medium can really only truly work for you and be enjoyable if you are willing to practice at least a healthy amount of egocentrism.  In this case, that is absolutely acceptable and dare I say it, encouraged.  Much of the thrill for us users is the fact that here is a place, albeit virtual, where we can pretend that we are the center of the universe.  I think this is possible because on Facebook, all members have their own universes.  And in your universe where you are the shining star, you can choose to believe that everyone is just there, orbiting around you, waiting for your next move, your next update.  Whether you are, in fact, a lone star in your universe or indeed in the presence of other orbiting bodies, is not the point.  The point is that you can make it your own world.  You can believe what you want to believe, post every insignificant breath you take while thinking that you are wowing an audience, and in the end still be labeled sane. 

That being said, I am not so much as concerned with Facebook breeding too much narcissism as I am with its capacity to breed unhappiness.  Constant exposure to your peers’ lives makes it so easy to fall into the ‘comparison game’ trap.  “How did he land that promotion so quickly?”  “Her boyfriend is so much cuter than mine.”  “Her clothes look so stylish and expensive.”  “I wish I had that kind of house”.  I call this a ‘game’ because it’s competitive, unnecessary, you choose to play it and someone’s bound to lose.  It should be obvious that it’s a trap because you’re going to be the only victim for choosing to play it.  My mother always told me never to compare myself with others.  As I grew older, I realized that comparisons are inevitable and that they could be healthy at times.  I suppose what my mother really meant was this:  That you should never make other people’s lives as the standards for your own.  What is important is to know yourself, your core values.  You need to know what is most important to you in order to know your definition of a successful life.  Aside from the subjectivity of the definition of success, the fact remains that we never fully understand the intricacies of other people’s lives.  Being mere spectators of our peers’ lives, virtual lives at that, does not really put any of us in a position to accurately judge who is truly worth getting green with envy over.  Bear in mind that on Facebook and mostly anywhere else in life, we only see glimpses, snippets, of highly complex biographies.  What’s more is that the authors of these biographies are the ones choosing which snippets you can see.   

So remember this…Unless Facebook announces that they are now giving away free unlimited Prozac and psychotherapy to all who need it, let’s just continue being non-committal audiences and healthily narcissistic beings.  We don’t need any additional elements in our lives, no matter how hi-tech, to confirm that our glass is indeed still half-empty….or is it half-full?

Friday, August 28, 2009

Friday Morning Wonder

“Mommy, duk nam….duk nam”.

I stood behind Noah as he leaned on the window sill. He kept pointing outside and I kept looking outside, trying to figure out what he just said.  It could not have been ‘duck’.  There weren’t any outside the house. And what exactly is ‘nam’?  It can’t be ‘jam’, ‘duck jam’ or anything like that. Those just didn’t make sense.  Finally, I heard a beeping sound and I knew it was the garbage truck.  So then I asked again, “truck”? He said yes. But now, what is ‘nam’? He still kept pointing outside so then I had to be quick and took a wild guess. 

“Truck, gone?” Then with such brilliant eyes, Noah excitedly nodded. I felt triumphant and proud! Call me shallow but I would imagine that every parent takes pride in the fact that they are the first, and sometimes the only ones, that can decipher their toddler’s highly cryptic speech. It’s simply one of those priceless rewards we are blessed with as parents. For a SAHM like myself, to be exposed all-day to my son’s pure innocence, pure simple joys derived from watching our recycling bin be lifted by this huge truck, is pure blessing!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Pag-asa sa Gitna ng Pagluluksa

Kasalukuyan ko'ng pinanonood online ang huling seremonya bago ihatid sa huling hantungan si Pres. Cory Aquino at talagang nakakaantig ng damdamin. Aaminin ko, naluluha talaga ako pero nagpipigil lang. Habang itinitiklop ang bandila at sumasaludo ang mga sundalo sa Pangulo, naantig talaga ako dahil naisip ko, talagang isa siyang pinuno na tunay na karapat-dapat bigyan ng papugay. Alam ko ginagawa iyon sa mga bumubuo sa pamahalaan o militar pero sa pagkakataong ito, nadama ko lang talaga ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagsaludo sa isang tao, ang pagpaparangal sa isang pambihirang nilalang. Isa siya talagang napaka-laking kawalan sa bayan. Online nga lang, nalulungkot ako. Paano pa kaya iyong talagang naroon / nariyan sa Pilipinas at nakikiramay.

Ngayon ko lang talaga lubos na naunawaan ang kahulugan ni Cory sa buhay ko....sayang. Pero ayos lang, dahil alam ko yung naranasan ko, naramdaman ko, at namulat sa akin mula noong 1986 Edsa Revolution na sinimulan niya ay mananatili. Sana, totoo din ito para sa buong bayan.

Heto ang Panatang Makabayan na pamilyar sa akin. Alam ko'ng mayroon nang bagong bersyon pero ito ang mas may kabuluhan sa aking personal na buhay at karanasan. Naway patuloy na maging totoo ito, lalo na ang huling talata, para sa lahat ng Pilipino nasaan man tayo sa daigdig ......

Iniibig ko ang Pilipinas.
Ito ang aking lupang sinilangan.
Ito ang tahanan ng aking lahi.
Ako’y kanyang kinukupkop at tinutulungan,
Upang maging malakas, maligaya at kapakipakinabang.

Bilang ganti ay diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang.
Susundin ko ang mga tuntunin ng aking paaralan.
Tutuparin ko ang tungkulin ng isang mamamayang makabayan at masunurin sa batas.

Paglilingkuran ko ang aking bayan nang walang pag-iimbot at nang buong katapatan.
Sisikapin kong maging isang tunay na Pilipino,
sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa.