Retreat is a War Strategy

I’m not really a religious person, but for some sort of reason, when I was going through a terrible time of my life I went to a silent retreat. I was more attracted to the self-help part as opposed to the god part, so it’s so weird that I’m going to talk about something from the bible. Well, in fairness, I’ve always liked Jesus as a historical person because he was a radical and a progressive on so many fronts. I also like the bible if treated as literature and circumspectly examined.

So okay, the bible story that I’m going to talk about is the one where Jesus gets angry at the sellers in the temple because they’ve turned a holy place into a market. He gets so angry, as in nagwala siya, overturning the tables and everything like that. When I was reading it at the silent retreat, I noticed a part of the story that I’ve never before, despite the fact that I know this story so well. The reason for my extensive familiarity with this story is that I went to not just one but two Catholic schools: one from grade three to high school and another one when I was in college, and in those schools we had religion classes where we had to read the bible and everything, and even in the school before those Catholic schools I also had religion classes.

Anyway, what was my wonderful discovery all about? I saw that towards the end of the bible passage, it said that Jesus went on a retreat to reflect. He withdrew from the world and prayed. So after a big burst of anger and action, he retreated both physically and mentally from the world. So it’s kinda funny that during a retreat, I learned the value of  retreat, and I mean that in terms of both temporarily backing up and going on spiritual retreats.

This really helped me do a really difficult thing because before making that decision, I was afraid that the impact of my choice would take a long time. I was scared about being obligated to be brave all throughout the process, and if it was a lengthy process, then I didn’t know if I could be strong enough all throughout. After reading about the temple story though, I realized that in a war that lasts for years, retreating is a strategy to win. There is no shame in taking my time to withdraw from the battle. We lose and lose often when standing up to the Goliaths of oppression, and when we lose, it’s ok to take our time so that we can heal. When we recover, we will return to the battle field, ready to be brave again.

Psychoanalyzing Myself: On Why I Don’t Talk to Neighbors

I had neighbors named Valerie and I forgot the other one. I played with them when I was a kid. They are the only neighbors that I played with. I never played with the neighbors after that. Maybe it’s because we always move houses that’s why I didn’t want to get attached to my neighbors.

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On insecurity and feeling like compliments were insults

In my zine, How Not to Fail in Life Even If You’ve Succeeded in School (for honor students who are deathly afraid of failing in life), which I sold at a BLTX (two years ago, I think?), I talked about the time when I thought that compliments were insults. I was working as an art journalist and people would go up to me and tell me that they liked what I wrote. These people were usually those who were from the gallery or museum that exhibited the artist that I wrote about or sometimes it was the artists himself or herself who said nice things to me. This should be a good thing, right? Of course not! I was so insecure that I would think that either they just said that to be nice but they didn’t really mean it, they were saying that to suck up to me because they want me to write about them again, but sometimes I also thought that they were actually insulting me. Like, yeah, maganda yung sinulat mo, psych! Like Regina George who says she loves your skirt, where did you get it, when she actually means that it’s the ugliest fucking skirt she’s ever seen.

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Appreciating the First Day I Felt Hungry

On that day, at lunch time, I felt hungry, and I appreciated it because it had been a long time since I felt hungry. Actually, I’m not the kind of person who ever skips a meal. In fact, I always eat on time. It is very rare that I don’t. That’s why when something happened to me, which made me stop eating or kept eating a lot for two to three months, I knew that this was something really bad.

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