Or maybe I should be praying for broader shoulders this year to carry the load?
It took 2.5 hours to go home from work. Ideally that trip should clock in less than 45 minutes on a good day. But in Manila, good days are not as prolific to many people of the lower rung. It is a mark of privilege of not losing time off your life stuck in traffic, or queueing up for your crowded commute. Maybe wealth is about having the time and not realizing that you have it.
It is a mark of self defense, this cynicism of mine. It's like when I expect the worse and when the worse does happen, I am comforted by this notion that I am correct. It is like smiling with the knowledge of filth whilst in a pig sty. But it gets tiresome. Another privilege is you can afford to be disconnected. not just ignorant, but disconnected. Like all the traffic does not affect you. the new taxation is just some brushes off your shoulders. Pressure is upon you and everybody else and yet you have a gleaming smile on while you read your daily does of shadenfreude online.
Maybe 2018 should help me achieve an earnest smile once again eh?