Useless Post No.6789It's funny just how much things have changed but, at the same time, have not changed. Sometimes I think that I'm still the same person, but there are also days when I find myself wondering if I even know myself.
I wonder if I've changed? One friend once commented that I'll never be happy unless I was mired in drama. That I purposely chose situations just so that I'd have my requisite dose of drama for the day.
Maybe she's right. But eventually, the drama also came coupled with misery and, in spite of all my play-acting, I never fancied myself as a masochist. Angst does not suit me. Angst leads to premature wrinkles.
So here I am now. A little older, a lot calmer and a lot more secure. There really is something to be said about this getting comfortable in your own skin bit.
But the drama queen in me surfaces every now and then and she craves for a bit more complexity. So G, tara, let's fight :)
A friend texted a few days ago that his dad will be undergoing a kidney transplant today with the donor as my friend's brother.
I have always thought of myself as a dutiful daughter, but I wonder if I could also do that for one of my parents? Would I have the strength to literally give a part of myself to one of them or to one of my siblings?
What does a kidney do again? Why do we have two of them?
I sure hope everything went well with Tito Max and Kuya Marlowe.