On Independence

I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve blogged here about wanting independence from my parents. Well, now I live in Makati, I earn my own money - I can do all the shit I want. I don’t, though. The first week of my independence (a.k.a my first salary week) involved a lot of staying indoors, staring at my Mac, sleeping, and sleeping some more. The next few months were pretty much the same. It was rather boring actually. I mean I don’t drink, do drugs, or have hot wild sex with random men. I’m your average square.

Then I realized how hard it is living alone. I got bills to pay, budgets to not exceed, and feeling all weird like a fish out of the water. You know there was this one time, I was doing groceries at Robinson’s Galleria. I cried. I didn’t cry because I couldn’t afford the stuff I wanted - I can - it’s just that I never realized how much groceries cost before. They’re not supposed to cost that much! When I did groceries with my mom, all I had to do was pick the stuff I like from the aisle like apples from a tree and they were mine. But now, sigh, now I know why my mom’s weekly grocery budget was so huge. Mine is, hehe.

This aside, being independent is great. I have a newfound sense of confidence. It’s indescribable. You got to try it.