Writing, No Matter How Shallow Has Its Benefits

With the ‘steamy’ comments about the shallowness of my latest post, I thought of making another nonsense opinion with a striking title and blubbering discussion in its content. No matter how loud I laughed to ignore those comments, I can’t deny myself to question how little my brain could be. Oops! I’m beginning to be nonsense. So it’s true? You can’t please everyone! So I have to move on and look for new inspiration of my shallowness… no, I mean new inspiration to write about.

I was heading to Cebu City for the Sinulog festival. I took the 7:45 PM Supercat. It’s Friday the 13th and I didn’t mind it until I received a text from a friend reminding me how we celebrated the day in 2011. That’s the reason I felt sick the whole day, I thought. That was stupid thinking, I know.

Among those who came in the vessel first, I took the time to observe every passenger passing by me from 3i-seat. I noticed that those who came in before me were busy on the seats. On my right side, there was a ‘healthy’ woman watching her own reflection from a small mirror. She took a small brush, dipped it into the palette and sketched a rainbow on her face. Rainbow? Okay, I was exaggerating! From the other aisle, there was another woman. Her straight copper brown hair touched the carpeted floor as she picked her backpack. I heard the screeching sound of its zipper. She took something from it. There I saw, a beauty worthy of the Miss Cebu title just took the gigantic sugar-coated bread from inside her bag. That’s another exaggeration but it was really big for her body.

“Trying doesn’t matter when you always fail!” an old man’s voice interrupted my wandering. I was just a step away from the 21-inch TV. Can you guess the tittle of the movie? Okay, it’s Green Hornet. So, what now? Am I making any sense even just a little?

Going back to my recent blog, it wasn’t actually the first time I received those kinds of comments. As I have mentioned before, one of the reasons I write is to unload the words swirling and wallowing in the hallow dungeons of my mind. A lot of them are not gems for sure. Still, I have to unload them one by one or else I might land in the mental hospital.

A lot of the words in our minds are like cobwebs that needed cleaning to let new golden ideas coming. As the most powerful ‘machine’, our brains need some conditioning to work at its best. I don’t know how to scientifically do that. All I know is that whenever I write, no matter how nonsense it is, I feel better. Isn’t it a valid reason to babble some words sometimes?

Thank you for reading until this part! It’s not totally nonsense, isn’t?