Today while I was on my way to spend the 100 Dirhams my husband left for me, I met a very interesting guy. After exchanging pleasantries,
I discovered he made me discover he was a writer. For a writer, this guy surely loves to talk.
Guy: So you write? What’s your genre?
Me: I actually studied scriptwriting for theatre but I haven’t been practicing…
Guy: Oh, I wrote a script once for a CCP show.
Me: Really? That’s cool. I write online.
Guy: You blog?
I smile and nodded.
Guy: I hope you’re not one of those on-line diaries. I don’t read those stuffs. People who post pictures of themselves, talk about themselves, why do they think people care about their lives…
In my head I was clicking UNSUBSCRIBE.
Guy: You know, when I write, I make it a point to write something important, something that people would learn from. You get my point?
Oh, he’s still here.
Me: So what do you write about?
Guy: I’ve been working on a project since last year. It’s about (blah blah blah). I was planning to submit it to the Palanca Awards. You know, the highest literary awards in the Philippines? You know?
He continued on talking until finally his ride came. I let out a huge (I’ll say it again) HUGE sigh of relief like a vacuum cleaner was just unplugged and taken far away from me.
Yes, wise guy, I am an online blogger who posts pictures of herself and talks about herself. I’d rather do that online than torture strangers on the streets.
Oh and I forgot to mention, I already won my PALANCA.
So who do you choose, the self-centered blogger or the self-righteous person you can’t click away?