I love dear old Pop… While others are blaming me for being the dumbest person alive and for not having noticed that my phone was snatched from my bag pocket, he was telling me all along that I should regulate my strolling and shopping sprees and keep away from these robbery-prone areas… I didn’t hear him nag about how stupid I was or how easily I gave away money by losing that phone… He dialed my roommate’s number to tell me that I’ve changed a lot from being the homebody (he used to know) to being the great traveler that I’ve become… He told me that he’d send money right away… I said I still have my wallet intact; I just lost a phone and I haven’t transferred several photos in it to my laptop. I heard him chuckle. He told me to stay at home while I don’t have a phone to show off to the robbers. I let out a big, big smile. My roommate stared at me with awe. She was thinking from the instant that she handed me her phone (to take the call) that I’ll be nagged to death and belittled. We shared that thought. I’d be scolded to pieces, turn red and suddenly burst. But I was wrong. Roommate was wrong. He was always right.
And he will always be.
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P.S. I know I’ve been stupid. I just don’t want people telling me that it’s my fault. For freakin’ God’s sake, I didn’t tell the thief “Zip open the smaller pocket and take the fuckin’ phone!”. So simply shut the fuck up. Your nagging won’t bring me back my phone. And another thing: Don’t pretend that you’re kind and that you care by consoling me. I hate being consoled.
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Photo taken March 29, 2009 at the Manila Post Office...
