Online Dating

Recently, I tried the app Tinder just out of curiosity. I admit that I have judged users before because I am an advocate of physical human interaction. I also believe that love does not come from first sight on a picture biased on one's preference of how to be perceived at first impression. 

I told my friends about it and I was judged right then and there. The words "yuck" and "eww" are still ringing in my ears. I brush the judgmental cuss words off and understand that people are entitled to their opinion and I have a vast space for a lot of understanding.

The app showed that it is the safest haven for one's insecurities. It was basically designed to attract a mate who will like you based on what you want them to see. The pictures are obviously consciously chosen for the sole purpose of advertising oneself to acquire someone's attention. The art of posting a profile picture will range from the sexy-provocative to a very realistic filter-free selfie. Some will keep it real while some are really sends a message clear- just there for the sex. 

I had a great time looking at the pictures. Mostly, my kind of fun came from scrutinizing how people portrayed themselves online. Some seek for common grounds in hobbies or interests while some look for real love. I admit that it was kind of addictive because you are just swiping left and right and it was so elating when you have a match. The thrill of someone liking you is just euphoric to one's ego. 

In the course of my Tinder experience, I felt sad. They all talked about into reading books, movies, arts and travelling among other things but when I tried talking about a movie, I was brushed off. Ignored right then and there. So you said you are open to chatting and all that shit but you cannot talk about a movie. Someone told me I have a know it all aura when I start talking about my interests. I do not care. But you liked my picture. You messaged me. When I started talking you changed your mind and decided you cannot talk to me? See? I cannot always be what you want me to be and all I asked a compromise that you make a space for me. So that was it? When the good things are going you stay and leave when reality strikes in? So now I am here feeling judged because of my choices in life? 

Geez. Not all of that was based on my Tinder experience. I suggest people who despise online hook ups to try this. It is another kind of human interaction. Welcome to the age of technology.

Lessons from a Seed

Thorns
They pierced the seeds who wanted to grow in the Parable of the Sower. The farmer was careless in throwing the seeds. There was no aim. There was no pattern. So they died. A few of them lived. A few of them, the chosen ones, were destined to live. The others had to die.

Which seed are you? The story always seeks an answer upon arrival at the end. What do you think?

I was one of the few gathered by the sower to plant that they. I was not one of the chosen ones. Rather, I was the among those who went astray.

You were the thorn who pierced me. You were the rock who hindered my nourishment from the soil. You were the passerby who crashed me. But I will live. I will plead the sky to rain so hard that I will be flushed to where the soil is. My roots will reach out as far as I can. I will survive.

Ganap na Babae: A Review

The meaning of the move was dug by the viewers until the end. The last line - Pilipinas, refers to the name of the whore who used her body to have something to feed her children. From that, she gave some respect due for the profession. There is a reason why whores resort to whoredom. 

The other character fell in love with a man too young to be his son. They were just victims of circumstances and yet there is a social order that must be respected by all. This rule - Age does Matter. I do not know where that came from but one thing is for sure, a lot of us are judgmental. I still believe, that while many use lust and money in the guise of love, there are some of us who do not do that. 

The last characters. I wonder why do we give up in the middle of the fight? Personally, I think a battle is over until someone won. You do not give up because you are fed up! You give up because either you are already dead or someone won, as I have said. 

But I think, the moral of the story is all about patriotism and the love of a mother. During difficult times, we all tend to forget that there is a figurative wall behind us where we can rest our backs. The next day, we go to war again.