Chip Tsao and Other Word Vomit

Is there really any point to allowing yourself to be exploited? All my life I was taught that patience is a virtue and that good things come to those who are willing to wait. Now I’m starting to think that waiting is overrated. I remember telling Mei in a drunken haze that “Day jobs and regular employment are overrated, if you can keep doing what you love and earning from that blahblahblah” This is actually something I’ve known all along, but there is so much glory placed on humility that it’s become so hard to undo what you’ve been taught and say fuck it, I won’t be your clerk/peon/staple queen/photocopy monkey/button counter; do you really have to go through the bullshit of drudgery and working jobs that you know are beneath you? Is that how the universe rolls? Heck, you shouldn’t even think of anything being “beneath you” because that’s just conceited. That’s you overestimating yourself. Think of your good catholic upbringing, be thankful that you have achieved stability that some can only dream of.

Frankly, humility works well when you really need the money and the job is easy. The job is so easy that it allows your brain to rest so it can go places later. Mikey noticed that after work I talk nonstop and sing myself to sleep then wake up and talk some more. I take a shower and if my mom happens to walk in to brush her teeth or just get something, I’m talking to her too. If I run into you, I’m talking to you. a lot. I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO AT WORK AND ACCESS TO MY BLOG HAS BEEN RESTRICTED (yeah. boohoo, feel sorry for me, whatever).

From listening to people who have money, it’s easy to see that money is indeed awesome if it can buy you memories (that involve things aside from literally swimming in money) and if you can turn it into more money. When we say we want to earn a better life for ourselves isn’t it just about more money? You can go on and on about the time you survived on 5 pesos for a whole weekend but you now damn well it was the novelty of lacking something you so direly need and not the possibility of subsisting on nothing that makes that story work. You can’t susbsist on nothing, whether it’s financial nothingness or experiential nothingness, there’s a balance between the two that has to be met to live well. Just make sure you’re familiar with the options for living well.

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I’ve been meaning to bring up the Chip Tsao issue. First of all, get a grip, they’re words. Like this blog. I’m not saying we should back down to haters and “know our place” (whatever that means), but there’s a better way to counter “journalism” of this nature than gathering an army of people to get behind you so you can demand a public apology and relish the glory of having gotten some Hong Kong magazine to indulge your request. Add that to a list that includes Teri Hatcher and all you have is a pretty pitiful list. A good step would be to sack the fuck up. So sack the fuck up, country. I know it’s easier said then done, but if we can’t take those words seriously, then why do we turn on people like Chip Tsao who only has words as his weapon?

If this place is really so great, why do we romanticize the idea of life abroad? (I for one think of Sweden as a place where the streets are paved with candy and Ikea style formica and all the people are blonde, rail thin, and disco like there’s no tomorrow.) Why do we martyr those who had to leave when it is clearly out of the lack of options at home? Honestly, we are a nation of assholes, and too many people want out. Some of us are assholes who know how to capitalize on their assholery (take Willie Revi as a classic example of that one), others are like Enrile, some are like my older brother, and some are like me. One of the things holding me back from throwing the towel in and quitting my day job is the reality that working for myself means working twice as hard and doubling the taxes I’ll be pouring into the shitbowl system–unless i practice tax avoidance (not to be confused with tax evasion), a tactic taught to me by a lawyer no less.