Distressing Trend

In the past few months, my exposure to current events has dropped from constant to virtually nil. I suppose it's because my work no longer demands it. Whereas I scanned through dozens upon dozens of articles a day before, I probably read articles just once a week now.

In itself, the trend could be just another meaningless statistic in my life. However, I also noticed a steep decline in my insight creation. How long has it been since I dropped a comment regarding interest rates and deflation? How long will it be until I can no longer summarize the most relevant issues in the financial market? Heck, how long has it been since I wrote something worthwhile in my blog?! Eek!

At some point, I guess I have to get back to who I am. At some point.

In the meantime, I will just stay the course and convince myself that exploring new territories necessarily means leaving old ones.

Downslope

My lowest points normally occur during this season. There's a mixture of depression, anxiety, pressure and tension. Before you 'humbug' me t the next dimension, let me tell you why.

I maintain that this whole 'bruhaha' of the Yuletide Season was manufactured by the Ayalas, Sys and Gokongweis. Strip away the shameless commercialism. Do you think the season would be half as exciting? I don't think so.

I submit that I am one of the least pretentious people that I know. Therefore, it generally gives me shudders when people all pretend to be nice to each other. It's bad enough when I see such practices in other times during the year. Tell me if this sounds familiar:

xxxxxxx Girl A walks with Boy A in a mall. They run into Boy A and Girl B.
xxxxxxx Girl A: Uyyyyy!!! How are you na??? *beso beso* Ang ganda ganda mo naman!
xxxxxxx Girl B: Ay ikaw rin! Let's get together sometime ha! Sige, see you! *beso beso*
xxxxxxx The two parties split
xxxxxxx Girl A (to Boy A): That bitch!
xxxxxxx Girl B (to Boy B): That tramp!

This kind of scene multiplies during this so-called Season. I don't look forward to it at all.

Then there's traffic.

On a more personal note, I'm also not really fond of "important dates or events". I guess it's the last hint of sentimentality in my system (I hope to completely stamp it out in the future). I get saddened by such changes. I guess this was most apparent when it turned 2000. It marked the end of a millennium (remember when it was still a hot topic to discuss whether the word had one or two n's?) It's the same thing with events. Things are segmented into pre-Christmas, post-birthday, and post-college. I prefer to live my life as one big blur with no recognizeable phases. I guess that makes me a Project Manager's nightmare.

All said, true Christmas is good. Actual Christmas is bad.