Monday, November 30, 2015

Relationships and Finances

Had an interesting lunch with two of my co-workers earlier. Most of the time, my ears communicated while my mouth ate the delicious soup and sandwich combo. The two ladies conversed all throughout and the topic they delved into was "How do you talk to your partner about money matters?" Like I said, I was all ears, not because I have financial problems with my life partner. In fact, Mr. Keen and I have a great financial relationship. We both work the kind of work we want; we buy the stuff we want to use/buy; we share the stuff we want to share; we don't police each other about money. We are both secure with ourselves. So, the topic was interesting.

Syndie (not her real name) shared to us about an invitation she received from a male friend, who asked her to go on a vacation out of state. Syndie said she didn't have the money for the trip, and the male friend offered to pay for the round trip tickets. Well, that's great, right? Syndie was ecstatic about the offer, but in her mind (she shared to us) she still can't afford the "other" trip expenses aside from the ticket. She didn't know how to tell the guy about that dilemma. She sought our opinion if it is too much to ask her male friend to pay for everything during the trip (hotel, meals, etc.), since, according to Syndie, the guy is rich anyway. 

My other co-worker, Saira (not her real name either) said it's all about being true and being able to communicate it clearly. My brain cells told me Saira wanted Syndie to give it a go; let Syndie ask the rich guy to be the sugar daddy (no, I'm not being a bully nor a name-caller). I unwillingly added for Syndie to do what makes her happy. 

I said unwillingly because I didn't want to support her idea of spending other people's money, but I felt I need to be "nice" and let her hear something she wants to hear. Honestly, my reason was not important, because I already know, no matter what, she will ask the guy anyway. I'm only a co-worker. Her decisions are hers to make. Do you think she will like me if I tell her something she doesn't want to hear? 

Don't get me wrong. The whole thing bothered me. Maybe, I have a different history when money and relationships mesh together. I don't judge people and I don't want to meddle with their own affairs, which is why I said what Syndie wanted to hear to keep myself out of it. Sometimes, friendship-at-work gets a bit tougher when life principles blend in. Oftentimes, though, I find it easier to keep life principles hidden to let the day go by. If you were me, what would you have done?

Tomorrow is a different day. I will be the co-worker who said something nice. 


Thursday, November 26, 2015

After Being Thankful

Black Friday: the day after Thanksgiving when it's supposed to be a peaceful day of rest, to cherish the previous evening and savor the loving warmth shared at the dinner table. Most of the residents in this country will consider staying in and relaxing, but a few won't.

Those few will wear their layered clothing, pack snacks, carry foldable chairs (even small tents or sleeping bags) and stand in line at the entrance door of big stores like Walmart, Target, Macy's, etc. Honestly, I don't understand why people do that.

Big discounts. Big sale items. Limited supplies or while supplies last.

It's all a propaganda by big corporations, a marketing scheme. The mentioned big stores want traffic in and out of their business establishments. It's a sad sight. My eyes have witnessed how people become monsters on Black Friday. They lose empathy, kindness, respect, and dignity over material things. Worst, it happens after being thankful of what they already have.

Shoving, pushing, punching, stepping on other people's feet, having an argument, cutting the line, physical altercations, and simply being stupid are what shoppers do inside retail stores during Black Friday. History proves, Black Fridays are deadly. People have died because of apathetic shoppers. It's horrible!

I'm staying inside the comfort of my house, binge-reading books or binge-watching movies, wearing pajamas, and sipping a cup of coffee. Now, that's a better picture to imagine.



Non-working day. It rarely happens during the week, and sleeping in is one of its ingredients. I grab the opportunity to visit my favorite place, dreamland. I'm thankful that it is around. I'm one of the hopefuls who weave a whole new world in it, and infinite possibilities appear right at my finger tips. It is another thing I'm thankful for: my ability to imagine and write all about it. It is how I cherish my dreams, my imaginations.

This part, at least, is not an imagination. It is Thanksgiving Day in America today. A long four-day weekend all about family get-togethers, cultural traditions, scrumptious meals, strengthening relationships and wishful thinkings. I'm thankful to have my life partner to celebrate this day with me. After sleeping in, we are now at Mom-and-Dad's house. The whole house smells good: Turkey Roast!

We await for the big golden brown bird to come out of the oven. While inhaling the addicted aroma, we sit around the living room and watch the broadcasting of the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on TV. It is understandable why every singer lipsyncs  their performance. Of course, it is fascinating to see the colorful floats and twirling dancers and performers. However, the more interesting part is the commercial segments showing festive Thanksgiving table spreads. They make my mouth drool over the side dishes.

I know that today is not all about what's served on the table. So, I will end with a list of what I'm thankful for this year:

* Mr. Keen. I love my man.
* My smart, independent Baby Keen.
* My small Keen family.
* My stable job.
* My close friends (in-person, overseas, and online).
* My new blog where I connect with other creative minds.
* And, last but not the least, for days like today when my depression hibernates.

Thank you.


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

And it started...

Have you ever imagined how your world would be if you were a different person? I asked myself that question several days ago, and it prompted me to start this blog. It's easy to write something when nobody knows who you are. However, for those who know you, they would understand you better.

Observing people is one of my favorite hobbies. Of course, observing myself is one of them, too. I'm not mentally challenged. I analyze things in my head. Oftentimes, it's too much. Writing it down helps me organize my thoughts. I want to write about everything floating in my brain, the non-scientific part.

My life is a bowl of mixed flavors. There's a part where it's sweet, and there's also that sour taste. It is better to blog about puzzles in preference of specific things, since there's pain associated in being guileless. This is probably why I'm currently friendlier with my pen and paper instead of having a person beside me, holding my hand, patting my back, and giving me words full of empathy. I'm being real to myself. Missives take away my fear of being judged while I pour my heart out. For me, I talk better on paper. In this case, I communicate better through blogging.

My isolation is connected with my depression. The company of friends is something I don't seek these past few weeks. I feel happier being alone. Television and books surround me more than friends. I stay away from the noise of friendly inquisitions. My fear of being invaded pops up and it makes me want to run and hide.

I've been running and hiding for quite some time. At least, this allows me to peek and breathe a little.