Why can't I?

I've been feeling depressed since I got out of the hospital. It's not a big thing, though. I'm still in the festive and yuletide spirit with my family here. But of course, I can't help but wonder about the fun and memories I might have experienced had I not been rushed to the hospital because of stupid Hudson (see blog below).

Sometimes, I can't help but wonder why this had to happen on the day before we were supposed to go to Ilocos... why? why? Why didn't I feel the pain during normal days when it's so boring and there's not much to do but work work work. That would've put my sick leave days to good use instead of staying at home during vacation. So yeah, I was not the happiest person when all my friends enjoyed their vacation in Ilocos while I was writhing in agony at some gurney in Medical City.

People would actually berate me for being too busy with everything. And it has nothing to do with exhaustion or fatigue if you sleep at least 7 hours a night. Of course there's your career, but I'm also very active in Church (can you honestly tell me to quit my Church involvement?). And I like going out on weekends. I'm not a bar person (I actually hate the stench of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes) but I'd rather spend a good day outside.. probably at the mall or at Boni High Street either with a good book or with a friend.

And you can't blame me if I want to go out-of-town with friends. Sagada, La Union, Vigan, Albay... the journey can be as fun as the destination if you're with a group of people you share interests and wavelengths ;) I don't go on trips just to please this group of people.. why should I waste my good money on others?!

As biatchy as this may sound, I'm proud to say that I'm young, single, has money to burn and will not be domesticated (yet, much to my mom's chagrin). I have all the time in the world and the opportunities to go out and paint the town red. The world is mine to explore, after all!