Felt like I was trapped. Can’t move. My heart was beating so fast I can hardly breathe.
Its one of those moment that you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when it happened.
Once again I am forced to wonder if I am the universe’s favorite plaything or whatnot.
Why don’t I give you a little back story.
You all have to imagine me standing at a tiled flatform of Buendia Station, and whistling Itsy Bitsy Spider. I’m surrounded by a lot of people, some nice, some really really bad. You know, pushy and all. I tell you inside it is like a sauna where air is so thin, you could almost choke on your own saliva.Now I know what Cinderella must feel like.
But because I’m a masochist, I continue riding it.
Anyway, the train arrived. We squeezed ourselves as the door began to open. People are good at first, making a narrow line to make way for exiting people. And then they started to go narcissistic, pushing others so they can have their little spaces under the sweaty armpits of a guy in a sleeveless shirt.
I was pushed in all direction. Thought I had a broken metacarpal, a dislocated joint and a torn ligament.
All was calm until I felt shoeless. Suddenly it’s the hard floor, gone is the soft sole of my crocs gray flats.
The next 5 seconds was critical.
Should I go back for it?
To cut the chase, went back for it, because I can’t walk without one shoe. Found an extremely kind Security Guard to help me scoop it from the ground, and silently laughing at myself for that experience.
|Not ready to let go of you yet..Hinde ka pa bayad!!|