My tatt's all dried up. Nice. It took only three days. A couple, actually.
It was a great experience. It had meaning. Not to be all philosopher/sentimental about it. I was tattooed by an artist. Represent Tatay Nero. It was quite a tattoo experience. He understood why I wanted to get a tattoo. He immediately thought of the design I was going for right from the start. I feel so lucky.
Had a lot of lessons yesterday. Geez... It came to a point where the only that drove me to keep going was the fact that I will be paid a lot. Ngek. Nagpakaputa. Haha. Sometimes, I don't feel like complaining because I know a lot of us have more lessons that I do.
I like to think of my life relative to others. Some people see it as condescending (like they think I feel I'm better off than some people), but that's their problem, not mine. (Labels say more about the labeler than the labelee). I'd like to think we are all in this together and that we are all here to work and make our lives better --- okay, for ourselves if not for each other. It makes me feel even more responsible for who I am in the world. It reminds me that I have a place in the world --- we all do. We all play our roles. Do what you have to do.
It keeps me from complaining. It humbles me... we all have problems. Don't parade your problems as if you are more important than anyone else. Faced with a problem, deal with it, (for Pete's sake) learn from it, and brace yourself for the inevitable arrival of other problems. That's the way the wheel works.
I don't know why some people think there is condescension in that. The fact that they immediately see it that way... I no longer feel the need to explain myself. They clearly wouldn't understand.
I'm a pluralist, I accept more than one idea, more than one reality. I have compassion, not pity or envy for people who are different from me. I don't see any fault in that.
But that's me.
Hi, guys. :)
