In a life filled with stress and drama, every once in a while we need a break, a vacation or sometimes even a good slap on the face. This is what my breather blog is all about---what twentysomethings do to momentarily break free from their complex lives or to keep themselves sane in this seemingly chaotic world.
My friends/cousins and I usually drink or smoke (socially/moderately though i already quits smoking for keeps!) either at a friend's house or at a local bar to simply chill out and relieve stress, not to mingle and dance in tables tops or be seen, (lol,hindi kami yan). It's during this times when we talk about everything and sometimes, even nothing at all.
We once had a conversation on the phenomenon of "the missing lighter". Don't you ever wonder sometimes why you keep losing your lighter (but not your Zippo)? You dont seem to remember or who last borrowed it. You either buy your third lighter for the week or borrow from the person who probably lost yours. Then after several days, you find two Crickets in the back seat of your car or perhaps underneath all the ruble in your humongous tote--- and neither one of them is yours. It could actually come to a point when you'd just rather buy the one with a naked woman's picture on it, so no one would even think of stealing it. As for me, nothing beats them hotel matches...very timeless...
At times, when there's nothing much to talk about, we subconsciously find ourselves people-watching. We watch the people pass by our table. We check out what they're wearing, how they walk, who they're with, and if we're close enough, even listen in on their conversations. We don't make fun of them nor backbite them, really its not our forte, and those conversation only revolve in our table and never left. We just creatively concoct the stories of their lives just like a guessing game of their lives because theirs seem more interesting than ours or our lives was just too depressing to talk about on a night of good drinks and nice company(save the drama in our office pantries and at home!lol). And the fun part of it all is checking out who's hot and who's the forst one to shout, "savee!". Actually, it's suppose to be "touch and save", but we never really had the nerve......
A new topic always begins as the next round of drinks is served. A favorite one among my friends is the 'what the f*ck questions or asking where-the-hell-did-that-question-come-from?, these non-sensical questions can be so absurd yet so much fun to answer. Some memorable lines include....what would your rather suffer from: minor seizures everytime you make love or an exxagerated lisp?which would you rather do: lick the armpit of the guy sitting closest to you or a freezing pole?If you were starving to death and all you had was your kid brother's school bag, which would you eat first: the notebook paper or the paste?...you'd be surprised by my friend's answer and how they even tried to defend it... ( Notebook paper, because it contains less carbs than paste---bene, my chubbylicious cousin explained.)
With good friends, you never really have to try hard. Conversations dont always have to be intellectually stimulating. Just about anything is worth talking about. Sometimes, even the most nonsensical of conversations actually turns out to be the most interesting.