Now and then I really get it from my family: pointed reminders to ease up on the booze when I break my self-imposed anti-social restrictions and go out.
When a family member is with me, the next day I can expect a recitation of all the things I had said the night before while under the influence. Which, I think, isn't fair. Huwag patulan ang lashing, how many time must I remind them of that.
If I sound pissed off, it's because someone seized the Jack in my life. Has anyone seen him? He's tall, bronze and surnamed Daniels.
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Last year I more or less successfully adopted the disposition of Maxine. Although a cartoon character, she signifies for me THE woman with attitude. And as I slowly, surely move towards my 60s (barely three years to go), I've decided to shave off sweetness and in its place add more of the sour and the bitter for purposes of self-preservation. Such a revising of proportions for my imbalanced personality evens everything out.
So as 2013 begins its own approach, I've resolved to adopt Aunty Acid until I discover another relative.
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| Adorable Maxine |
Have your heard of my Aunty Social, too? Well, she has become a convenient relative whose unannounced presence is invoked whenever I get invited to socials, from exhibition openings to Christmas get-togethers, where feelings of perennial wallflower-ship are rekindled. Huwag na lang--my adolescence was hard enough as it was. I learned of Aunty Social's existence from a writer who has a disposition as close to mine.
As for Aunty Acid, I got introduced to her by another friend on the day the world was supposed to end, Dec. 21, 2012. I asked her to stay and share bed space with me throughout 2013. Oh, yeah!
So expect a little more acid from this blogger, her way of coping with menopause and the vagaries of over-rated graceful aging:
Happy New Year to grumps, bitches, klutzes and, yes, sweeties (after all, I once was one).
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