Wishful Thinking, Thesis Data Edition

There were too many days spent buried under the bed, turned away from the sun outside. I had gone pale, gray, a shadow of my former self.

"Come out and play," my friends would say. "It would make you feel so much better."

"No it won't," I would answer. "I have no reason to go outside." And I stayed in bed, festering like a sore. I had no desire to play, to rise, to open my eyes at the start of every morning. I had stopped dreaming at night, and stopped noting the times I would drift off to an empty sleep.

And then you came along. And it was like opening all of the windows. The sun was shining through at last.

Today, I Cursed Some Generations

Practices That Merit Malevolent Curses

1. Trying to flag down a jeepney in the middle of the night.  Especially when you aren't sure which could get you home.  You are new at work and haven't gotten your commute down pat yet.  You are new at work, but have already been asked to render overtime.  So much for having some time to smell the flowers after you punch out from the daily grind.  The only flowers you smell are those outside houses mourning their dead, reminding you of what could happen to you at this hour, if you don't get a jeep.
2. Getting into a jeep and then discovering that the driver has selective hearing.  Asked if his jeep passes by the Taft MRT station, (twice) the driver says yes.  30 minutes later, he takes it back, saying, I thought you meant MRT, Quezon Avenue.  Those stations don't sound alike to me.  Imagine that.
3. Having to get off a jeep in yet another new, unfamiliar stop, because of said driver's selective hearing.
4. Finding the right jeep, but having to get off again, because a couple of minutes after the driver has taken you in, he realizes that no, he isn't going to Baclaran tonight after all.
5. Finding yourself in an unrecognizable place that looks straight out of a Carlo Caparas rape movie because the driver has decided to ask you to go flag a new jeep right as he was driving through it.

The Process of Malevolent Cursing

1. Rant: Not everyone has a sense of direction, you know. It isn't a goddamned bucket of rose petals, ending up lost and bargaining with God in the middle of the night. I know it isn't the driver's problem, but what does a girl have to do to get some assistance around here?
2. Curse the jeep drivers, with their sins of ommission and their sudden decisions to drop you off in places that could really use more lights.  
3. Curse their children, too—that they may lose all sense of direction until they are unfit to become drivers of even toddler carts, so that they would be unable to carry on the bwiset practices of their fathers. 
4. Realize that you have cursed a hell of a lot of children.  And we're only talking about one night.