: Nang Ang Taong Grasa ang Humusga
The other night Wyson and I were smoking in Pedro Gil, when we heard someone yell out these series of squeals, “AWW, AWW!”, like a puppy screaming in falsetto. We looked at the person who turned out to be a woman, a loony unaware of the attention she was attracting as she was walking along.
A few steps from her was another woman, a taong-grasa, walking towards the opposite direction. The taong grasa stared at the loony and heard her squeals again, she looked at the loony from head to toe, in what seems to be a state of disbelief.
“Ateh, nakita mo yun?” I asked Wyson.
“Alin?”
“Yung ginawa nung taong-grasa?”
“Ha?” She asked, looking at the odd couple in the street.
“ni-judge nya yung baliw. Haha.”
“Hahaha. Oo nga noh.”
“Ano ka na lang kung hinusgahan ka ng isang taong grasa?” I asked her, but I immediately gave an answer, “Kutong lupa!”
Too bad I didn’t have my camera with me, it would’ve made for a lovely documentation.
When I saw jowein a couple of days ago, I told her the story. We mused on a taong-grasa’s frame of mind. The taong-grasa’s capacity to judge what is acceptable, and in contrast what are socially deplorable public displays. The taong-grasa thought it appalling for someone to be walking around the streets screaming like a puppy in falsetto. And yet, she had the audacity, if not the thoughtlessness, to renounce any sense of permanent shelter, or employment, or basic hygiene.
“Surely they used to have a life.” Jowein said, after considering whatever could’ve turned them into such socially isolated individuals. “I don’t think I’m any different from them, I mean, I choose to isolate myself… but you know.”
I do know. I used to have this theory that taong-grasa as a collective, is our modern/metropolitan version of Ermitanyos, elders who roam around pronouncing prophecies. They know something that we don’t, they’ve found the truth, they are enlightened.
In as much as we find them outrageous, they sneer at us in return, as we turn our backs, unprepared to see the error of our consumer-driven, materialistic ways.
I'm sorry, it seems that that sounded funnier in my head.
The other night Wyson and I were smoking in Pedro Gil, when we heard someone yell out these series of squeals, “AWW, AWW!”, like a puppy screaming in falsetto. We looked at the person who turned out to be a woman, a loony unaware of the attention she was attracting as she was walking along.
A few steps from her was another woman, a taong-grasa, walking towards the opposite direction. The taong grasa stared at the loony and heard her squeals again, she looked at the loony from head to toe, in what seems to be a state of disbelief.
“Ateh, nakita mo yun?” I asked Wyson.
“Alin?”
“Yung ginawa nung taong-grasa?”
“Ha?” She asked, looking at the odd couple in the street.
“ni-judge nya yung baliw. Haha.”
“Hahaha. Oo nga noh.”
“Ano ka na lang kung hinusgahan ka ng isang taong grasa?” I asked her, but I immediately gave an answer, “Kutong lupa!”
Too bad I didn’t have my camera with me, it would’ve made for a lovely documentation.
When I saw jowein a couple of days ago, I told her the story. We mused on a taong-grasa’s frame of mind. The taong-grasa’s capacity to judge what is acceptable, and in contrast what are socially deplorable public displays. The taong-grasa thought it appalling for someone to be walking around the streets screaming like a puppy in falsetto. And yet, she had the audacity, if not the thoughtlessness, to renounce any sense of permanent shelter, or employment, or basic hygiene.
“Surely they used to have a life.” Jowein said, after considering whatever could’ve turned them into such socially isolated individuals. “I don’t think I’m any different from them, I mean, I choose to isolate myself… but you know.”
I do know. I used to have this theory that taong-grasa as a collective, is our modern/metropolitan version of Ermitanyos, elders who roam around pronouncing prophecies. They know something that we don’t, they’ve found the truth, they are enlightened.
In as much as we find them outrageous, they sneer at us in return, as we turn our backs, unprepared to see the error of our consumer-driven, materialistic ways.
I'm sorry, it seems that that sounded funnier in my head.