5/19/2014

The 3 Kinds of People (As Brought About by Social Media)

                Ever since the power of social media has taken over the entire planet, people have never been this active. Considering that we have only been alienated by this addictive network only 2 decades ago, it seems that we have been socially inclined forever. Like water, food or shelter, social media is now part of man’s basic needs and he cannot live a day without checking how many likes, comments, retweet, regrams or shares he already has for something that he posted via his account on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, etc. Sometimes, we forget to do things like eating our breakfast, walking our dogs and doing our home works but it’s impossible to forget visiting our social media accounts.

                Being in this era of social media dominance, the human populace is suddenly divided into 3 kinds: those who like social media, those who dislike social media and those who neither like nor dislike social media. To begin with, those who like social media are those whose life was dominated entirely by the thought of having a virtual life. They are those with a huge fan base (this includes followers, colleagues, subordinates) and everyday, they keep track of what has happened to it. There really is no certainty if they are enjoying the life they live or they are just living the life they enjoy, which on their case, is a virtual life. But we cannot blame them, can we? If being socially popular gives them the self-confidence that they are longing for, why would we intervene on whatever it is that they do to make themselves more eminent? To put it simply, we should respect each other’s prerogative so if they wish to rely on social media in order to be more human, just let them be. They don’t mind you being narcissistic, anyway.

                The second type is those who dislike social media. Categorically, they are those who were never good at being socially active so they would rather insist on conventional ways to communicate with other people in the most discreet way they can. They are those who, up to this time, still loves writing mails and calling on telephone booths. For them, they’re still the best way to convey whatever they want to say to someone or whatever feeling they have that needs to be expressed. In other definition, they are the ones who, when it comes to reading, prefer physical copies like books or magazines over soft visuals such as website articles or blogs. Oftentimes, they are the ones who don’t have any social media account as they find it bothersome to create one if they won’t be using it anyway. So, when you ask them what’s trending, they will just look into your eyes clueless.

                And lastly, the third kind is those who neither like nor dislike the social media. Someone has to be on the neutral so I guess they were made to stand in the middle. Obviously, they are the ones who don’t give a damn about social media. Ask them about anything related to it and their answer will always be “No Comment”. Love them, hate them but at least they have the stand to not give a stand about social media. It will all be pointless if we’ll force them to like or dislike being socially active because basically, they don’t want to live in a society where all that matters is being popular. For them, it is better to be out of favor but free than to be well-liked but grounded.

                So, what kind of person are you? If you’ll ask me, I’m in the middle of the first and the second but not technically the third. I like social media, I wouldn’t write about this if I don’t, right? However, at the same time, I also dislike how it affects people that much that sometimes it becomes scary. And now I’m confused, do I like or dislike social media? Well, no comment

               When you read this, let me know and post your thoughts as a comment below. We can also talk about it over a cup of coffee; you can reach me at 892-290-0821.


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5/11/2014

My First and Number One


                Nothing beats every first. When we are the first-born child, we are our parents’ and grandparents’ favorite. When we win first place in a contest, we are guaranteed of a VIP treatment. When we have our first day in school or at work, we have overflowing excitement. All of these are indications of a first—precious, memorable and probably, the best.

                There’s a secret I want to share. I have found my every “firsts” in just one person. In my 24 years of existence, I never realized this thing until today. It should have been any other day, but I guess, it had to be today. For some time now, I couldn’t get that person out of my mind. It’s like, everywhere I go, that person’s with me. Flashbacks and visits in my dreams are inevitable too. Not that I don’t like this kind of drama but maybe, I’m just not used to it.

                Okay, enough of the introductions. I am writing today because I miss her. God, I miss my mom. I miss her face, her smiles, her gestures but most of all, I missed her eyes. I don’t know what’s with them but when I look into those eyes, I feel so loved. I don’t remember feeling so loved more than she ever made me feel. Truthfully, I don’t remember any memory of her until today. When she was gone, seems like a huge eraser has swiped my brain and I couldn’t go back to the days when she was still with me. When someone asks me about my childhood, I usually have a hard time answering because I cannot clearly remember everything. There are things that I remember but the things involving her, I don’t. But being in that state of having a partial amnesia, I knew that it was for the best that I didn’t remember. If I remembered everything about her, I would have had depression. I would have lived an awful life knowing that the most important person in my life is now out of my grasp and never again will I have the chance to be with her again.

                This morning when I woke up, it dawned on me that it has been 14 years since I had the most vivid memory of her. We were happy and we were talking about what I would like to be when I grow up. Then, I don’t really have any ambition or dream but I remember saying I want to be a teacher like her. Did I mean it when I said that? I don’t know. All I know is that on that very moment, I wanted to make her happy for the rest of my life as what she did for me from the day that I was born. Too bad, I came out late.

                As I lament with words about her, I came to realize that she is indeed “My First and Number One”. When I came into this world, she was the first person that I saw. She was the one who first heard my first cry, saw my first walk and cleaned my first poop. When I first got interested with studying, she was my very first teacher. When I was first recognized in my scholastic abilities, she was my number one fan. Also, she was the first one to introduce music into my life and even bought me the first and last cassette tape that I had. When I learned to play the only board game that I am good at, she was my number one opponent. I wonder if I was really good at it or she just lets me win every time we play. She was my everything and though we are one lifetime away, I know she’ll always be the first person that I loved.

                Nothing beats every first. There, I said it again. I know that my life will no longer be complete because she’s not here anymore but her memories will always be in my heart. She is my first mom, my last mom but she is definitely the best. No words can explain how lucky I am that I was her child. If I would have the chance to choose who’ll be my mother, I will always choose her. If ever I would have another partial amnesia, I know my heart will still recognize her.



                Today, I don’t know how to say happy now that she’s not with me. But for me, everyday is her day because I know she loved me.



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