This time I will get a little too personal... It is really easy to judge other people without us knowing what they've been through, what their history was, or what current condition they might be in. We take it as if we already know them, just based on the first impressions we have of them...
First up, I want to share with you my brain condition. I am not sure if this is a gift or a curse, but I'd like to look on the bright side... Everyone close to me knows I love reading books a lot, but what they don't know is that I immediately forget mostly what the book is about. I forget the story almost always, but what remained are my impressions of the book, whether it is good or bad according to my tastes. I am grateful about this because I can read another book right away without the hangover from the previous one (as if I haven't read a book previously), but the bad side is I would have liked to treasure the details of the ones that I really loved.
That is why you might notice I am not making much of a book review (or a movie review for that matter), because I would not know what to tell the readers except of course my impression of it. I don't want to take notes while reading or watching, because I don't want to be interrupted in any way. Even a small noise while reading chases away the train of the story. Of course, this skeptical world will not take your word for it, unless they have concrete evidence that you have really read or watched what you are talking about, hence I opt not to make reviews.
On the other hand, one thing I noticed regarding my brain condition (I am not sure, but the reason is maybe because the injured part of my head is on the right side), I am not much of an artist, or I cannot remember artistic details just like the plot of a story, but one thing I am quite good at is analytical and mathematical stuff. Which also brings me to my OCD, everything should be in numeric order, that's the least I could say.
Everything, or in case of books, should have the same exact dimensions like width and height (alas, I can't do anything about the thickness). Every book in a series must be there and hopefully each and every book of an author must be complete... Maybe this is due to my analytical side... That's the least that I can share, because it is hard to explain, it's just is.
Now, let me share to you the root of these.... When I was still very young, around ten or eleven, I had a head injury. I lived in an area you call a farm, ranch, estate or "hacienda." I can remember hundreds and hundreds of coconut, mango and other trees, like pili nuts. There were rice fields, corn plots, lines of tomatoes and everything else...
I always ran around these areas, stopping by some shady spot to rest and then ran around some more. In one episode of my resting under a tree, a pili nut in this case, I was hit by a huge rock almost half the size of my minuscule head. For those who don't know, the best way to get the nut out of this tree is to throw some huge rocks at the branches... and that happened to be what some of the grown neighbors had been doing at that time.
That time, I didn't really feel anything. Until, and only then, I found blood flowing down my head, on my face, and to where it will naturally flow down.... In short, a small portion of my skull was crushed, leaving a wide dented area. Luckily it didn't go through at all. I was not mended by a doctor, not stitched at the most. Only two of my nurse relatives, who happened to be on vacation back our town (coming from Houston, Texas), tried to cure me with what's readily available. The city is too far away in those times, but not now, considering the progress as time flies by...
So that's really the story of it. I just opened up about my condition, just because some people try to judge you right away without knowing your background. And for one, I understand because to err is human...
I am doing this blog, because I just wanna share my thoughts and feeling about the things that I have enjoyed, or haven't enjoyed, like books, movies, TV shows and etc. I may be wrong at some of the details, considering my memory, but the emotions presented herein are authentic. This blog is nothing more than to remind me how I felt about the things I enjoyed, because honestly I will forget them one by one as a few days go by... I am not a reporter or newscaster, I just write what's on the top of my head, the tip of my fingers and the bottom of my heart -- sort of a journal.
PS: I still bear the mark of this injury, albeit hidden in a thick mane...
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