TO THE question—What’s makes you human?, I have several answers depending on the time of day. But my top of the mind answer would be Sex.
Which would be closely followed by Relationships.
But, in as much as most relationships mean sex to me, what’s the difference?
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Bathing isn’t a big deal to me anymore.
Just because it’s now getting colder in Vancouver (end of summer, yehey!), and I’m not going out as much as I want (damn, Covid scare!), I stay in my house clothes most of the time.
So you can just imagine: iPhone, coffee, Netflix, lunch, iPad (for column writing), coffee, book reading, wine, dinner, sleep, repeat.
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Coffee makes me human.
It’s my laxative so it makes me go fast.
And what can be more human than passing sh*t?
At 52, I’m all about doing a bowel movement everyday.
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I see myself naked in the bathroom mirror (yes, I do shower!), and I see the pregnant Demi Moore.
So I’m say to myself, You swallowed a watermelon again!
And so, I do more coffee again during the day.
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I sit on the throne.
And smile when I lose a few pounds from my weight when I first wake up.
Someone’s full of sh*t, and we know it.
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I spend a few minutes writing each day.
More like 60 minutes plus; but sometimes, it’s just 45 minutes.
Depending on which friend is bugging me for a chat online.
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Friends make me human.
I see their foibles and hear their quibbles, and I’m good.
I can stay with friends for up to two hours on Messenger calls and video calls.
Maybe 30 minutes on text chats.
Because why text when you can be hands free?
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Music definitely makes me human.
Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” is my wake up song.
It makes me dance.
My Top Ten include such hits as “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.”
And I’m so sad I didn’t save “Badaf Forever” on my iPhone so I can play it anytime.
But I have the CD! Haha.
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I’ve read only two books since coming to Canada on August 12.
One memoir by a drunk.
And another craft book on creative writing, which I’ve read four years ago, but which I’m trying to review so I could write a better version of my how-to book for Filipino writers.
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I love words so much.
I read, and write them.
Reading makes me human.
And makes me a better person.
In Vancouver, most of the people I’ve met have no time for reading.
They’re mostly working people.
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They earn money.
They feed me.
They wine and dine me.
They impress me with food.
That partly explains my weight that easily passes after cups of coffee.
But these people don’t read.
And they just love that I do.
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I’ve met a few people who read.
And, of course, we have instant connection.
And connection often means sex to me.
So I guess you can call me a sapiosexual.
They, however, can just be horny.
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Nearby where I live right now, there’s a park.
And I know I should be running.
But I also like just being in my shorts and sitting by the yard having coffee, or a book.
A guy who lives upstairs to us, a foreign student, reads books!
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I like practicing my Spanish tongue with him.
Catalan Spanish, baby.
Julian is from Barcelona.
And you know me and Barcelona.
We have a deep connection. Haha!
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There’s a lot of dandelion in the yard.
Yellow weed flowers right now.
I love the cheerfulness of the yellow flowers.
I know they need to be mowed.
But I’m not likely to volunteer.
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I love being lazy in Vancouver.
Friends fuss over me.
They take me to places.
They take me to dinners.
They even prepare my coffee.
And all I have to do is be with them.
And if they’re not busy making me comfortable, I tell them the gist of what I have read.
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I live an exciting life.
And I know I am human because I can still be grateful for these little things.
Well, not really little things.
I mean, considering the world in a crippling pandemic, I’m doing extremely well!/PN
