Questions

That leave me

Dumbfounded

For a minute or

Two.

I just lose all

Traces

Of rational thoughts

And my braincells

Melt,

They get twisted

Into a hopeless

Knot

Of sheer, unadulterated

Panic.

Who would have thought

That you’d leave me

Feeling

Like I have just gotten

One of

PACMAN’s power

Punches

on my

Nose

When I least expect it.

Next question please!

#2 – I can skimboard my way to be within your reach. It’s only a few minutes before you get that most mind-splitting trajectory projectile experience ever!

Whenever I go to gay bars, it’s not really the macho dancers that I am excited of. Seriously, that has never been the case in all my twenty-five years of gay existence. I swear, I don’t notice those to-die-for biceps, those bulges at the right places, those glutathione-maintained skin, and those anime’-inspired hairstyles of the dancers. I without fear of any violent reaction would declare to all of you now, that I notice more the music these dancers gyrate to. I pay more attention to the disco balls (gulp*) than the skimpy clothing these buff-bodied men wear. I don’t really mind all these testosterone going on. I would rather hold debates on whether the french fries they serve taste better than when I last visited the place.

Kidding. I’m sure you guys did not believe all the crap I just dished out. If you guys did, then you sure did.

Anyway, I went to one last night and this is the whole point of this blog, that I went to one after almost a year of hiatus. 

Nothing much has changed really except for the new faces I got to see. The routines? I got to see them all before. The routines were just like some gay porn movie that fizzled since it did not offer anything new.

Some of the dancers? Oh you would have wanted to shove Red Bulls or Enervon tablets up their arses. They do not have the energy. Period.

I do not have any idea as to how I’m supposed to end this blog so let’s just end it here.

 I learned a thing or two over the past few days. That impressions, they can change in a snap. It doesn’t have to be that a certain person does something of grave proportions for your impression of him/her to shift gears. A single word uttered, a tantrum thrown, broken promises, a single “hi” or “hello”, a seemingly harmless SMS are just some potent factors that can change the way you view a person.

One of my first impressions about a co-worker just changed today. Before, I used to view her as someone so vain and so full of herself. She holds her head up high while doing catwalks in the office and emits that aura of someone who you can’t approach and talk to. I thank high heavens I got to know her a little better. More than the pictures I tried to paint on my mind of her, I see a person who values her job more than anything else. I see someone who has her mind set on the future. I see someone you can actually talk to about anything under the sun. First impressions never really last and those impressions I had of her before just shattered into pieces. (No change in sexual preference here. Let’s make this clear. Not in this lifetime, okay?)

Some good impressions though easily fly out of the window. Some people who are on the top of your list of those “who never disappoint” might plummet at the bottom of the said list after one violent reaction over a last-minute change in plans.

Well, part of me might be wrong in believing too much on the idea that they’ll be the first to understand because apparently, that’s not what has happened.

I’m not ranting here. I’m just recounting these instances when certain impressions about a person change. I write this blog knowing fully well that I may have done something in the past that has made a change on the impressions people have of me.

But should I even try to create a good impression all the time? I can certainly do this but in the end, it will be one futile act. Because really, you cannot please everybody and the main thing here is to just be yourself. The people who truly care would accept and appreciate you for what you are without you having to CHANGE!

Now that’s a lesson well-learned.