I was having a couple of beers with some Americans I met a couple of weeks ago before dinner, just outside Serendra, at Market Market in Fort Bonifacio area, watching all the people walking by, hanging out in the heat and humidity.
"Oh my god. I'm in the Philippines. How the hell did I get here?!"
It just came out. Said half to myself, half out loud. Maybe hoping to have someone give me an answer. But Fletcher and Eric just laughed. "We ask ourselves the same question!!!"
But as much as they complain, they love it here. They're still here, right? They laugh about how Filipinos refer to their apartment as "unit." Like, what number is your unit? Can I see your unit? How BIG is your unit???
Hello. Let me take a look first. Fletcher looks down, pulling his shorts out, pretending to take a peek.
They bitch about lunch hour when most businesses shut down to eat at noon. Sorry, sir. We can see you're bleeding with your finger about to fall off but the doctor is out to lunch. And no, there's no one else to call. You want to come back later? Sorry, sir...
There are just a lot of things here we wish would change or be done better. But it is what it is. But at least I'm not surprised anymore because I did used to live here. Even though I do still get infuriated and pissed and want to chew someone's head off. But so does everybody else. And it's it not just here. It's everywhere, too. All over the world. We all have our share of dumbasses and genuises. Assholes and good folks.
I guess it's just all about meeting the good folks, hanging out with them, and sharing great humor.