Whoops I overbooked again (Part 1)
Saturday, 0816H, I am on my GrabCar ride.
I awoke at 0700H thinking that the trip to Kevin’s grave won’t push through. My upperclassmen couldn’t give me a good enough answer that they’ll be coming over, and that I don’t know how to get to Kevin’s grave by myself. So I was mulling a visit to my family instead when Sir Geneve (as I fondly call her) sent me a message saying that the visit will push through.
I quickly got up my bed and started getting showered and dressed.
After answering a couple of important messages I went into my GrabCar ride and went ahead writing the first account of this article.
Last night wasn’t really wholesome on my account. As of this point I miss my family terribly, which I reckon I hadn’t visited in three or four months. I came home to my dorm at around 9 in the evening (very dark in Manila by then) thinking that after I get refreshed, I will head out and go to them. Earl Hans my lover dissuaded me from this rash idea. “What is the point of going at 2AM waking everybody up only to leave later early morning?”
We spoke little the entire day; I think I gave him the impression that I was being the distant one this time. But I was grateful that he actually called to recite Compline with me – especially that he cancelled on me the night before.
I’m headed Northbound now. After briefly answering my father that I will be home no later than 8:30 PM, I called my former corps commander asking him where he is headed. He told me that he is still at his home, and I told him that I am on my way – still very far from our meeting point. He chastised me for being late; and laughing lightly, I dropped the call after assuring him that I will be there in University of the East Caloocan to see him and my Sir Geneve.
I guess overbooking is just one of my coping mechanisms when faced with a troubled heart – a symptom of trying to busy myself.
