Let's Talk Morbid
Warning: Do not read if you don't feel like reading about deaths and anything beyond NOW.You've been warned.
My everyday trip from my Dad's house to the office requires me to pass by an old cemetery. From our house, I ride the trike and more than a kilometer after the ride, I get to pass by a cemetery which is actually a block before and after my office. I say before and after because I get to pass by it before I reach the office and after, while I ride the trike going back home. This is the shortest way home. There is one detour though, but that which will cost me much for the fare because I get to use the highway which is not such a practical thing to do because it will turn me around the town and for sure, Manong Driver will have to ask for more.
I may not have told you this, but I have an aversion with cemeteries. For me, cemeteries suck the happiness out of you, therefore I do not breathe when I pass by that cemetery I am telling you about. Literally, I do not breathe the air surrounding that cemetery. Every time I pass by that structure, I close my eyes, or if not, I divert my attention to anything but the tombstones and the banners hanging in memory of their dead.
It's been me for a long time, which I also do not understand. I am not really fond of going to cemeteries, much worse than going to hospitals. I do not understand myself but it seems as though I am breathing death when I breathe air surrounding that unhappy place. It's so silent yet the quiet seems so deafening. It is inevitable that I get to gulp some air because I need it, but I am very relieved when I reach the office every time I get to pass this area.
I have noticed this unusual behavior of mine when I was still a kid, I do not take a look when I pass by cemeteries even in my trips to different places where you sometimes pass by a public cemetery. I feel very irritated and I can't wait to surpass the moment.
It's just ME maybe. I just don't want death lurking at me or any of my family members. But I know death is inevitable. It fetches when your time is up. But I just can't seem to bear seeing anything associated with death, even the blameless cemetery I get to pass by almost daily. Such morbid thought, maybe? But I just can't help expressing what I feel about it.
May mga ganito rin ba kayong nararamdaman? Or is it just me?
Comments
have a great week going to work, sheng! :D
but now that my mother has died, i see all those who are buried there as dead people with lives lived to the fullest. [what can i do, im an optimist?]
by the way, sinama ko ang isa mong comment sa top 10 travel post ka ha, di na ko nagpaalam before posting hehe. :)
@BlogusVox: I also don't like hospitals. I swear, it irritates me when any of my family members get to be admitted, ayoko maging watcher.
@KG: I was also afraid of moo-moo stories, in fact, I am the most chicken of all, I still remember, napalo nga ako ng daddy ko dahil ayoko yung nagpaparada na gumahampas ng sarili utwing semana santa. They were passing by our house in Pasay and ayoko ng dugo. I had to turn the TV off, ayun, napalo ako ng hanger sa puwit.
@Prinsesamusang: PM, pareha pala kami mi mother, hehe.
@Lawstude: Go ahead, thanks for featuring my comment there! I actually read it na. Hindi naman liblib yung sementery pero may pagka-unusual lang na place.
i think this calls for a blog post. :D
@bursky: No, you're not abnormal, it may just be me and some few, hehehe.
@Sir Gilbert: I also do that, talk to the dead, i like talking and conversing with my departed lola. But i don't like to visit their graves just for that.
@Eds: Hay naku, same here, same here.