Blog Number Two

Blog-slacked (is a tongue-twister, try it) for a whole week, now I'm down to a little over seven days to get this project off my list.

It wasn't that I didn't have any stories to tell, in fact, there were a lot but draft in and draft out, I can't help but think there is nothing spectacular about what I have to say. I have lost inclinations for writing.

There was a season when I thought I wrote well. I'd fish for compliments from my friends (It pays to keep only a few friends; at least you're sure of the sincerity of your fanbase haha) and they'd be the supportive lot you know they can be. For a while it felt great but sometimes when I read through what I wrote, I feel a lack of depth and sophistication that maybe they were too afraid to point out. 

And they'd have reason to be afraid to hurt my feelings knowing that 1) I can be overly sensitive (though I haven't had this for a long time) and 2) I do not like correction. Yes, I am very mayabang like that. I'd like to believe I've humbled down since the peak of my over-personhood though there's a nasty nagging at the back of my head that says no, some things never change.

Some people say words are powerful; you are who you claim. For the longest time, I have been owning the word mayabang. Thankfully, there was a time when I got a good whack from the Lord that reminded me that if there's anything I need to boast, that would be Him. And now I'm considering all the years past and wonder when was the last time xai was synonymous to mayabang. I forget. It could be because I have been 'sober' or I just fail to claim it but live it anyway.

I am thankful for my many personalities, haha. At least I can do cross-checking with one of them. I'm even more thankful I have very good friends. At least I could get a different perspective from them.

Actually, I was going to tell you about many coffee experiences but other words took over, thus this boring entry. Dear Blog Number Three, please come today.