It has been said many times by numerous environmentalists, scientists, doctors and other Whos on our little Whoville world, that erm, our Whoville is deteriorating. Slowly or abruptly, honestly I have no idea, and I won't get into the details either. What I have an idea though is the gargantuan number of people who doesn't care about this state of emergency we are experiencing world-wide.
So okay, my sentiments are vainer than what I just expressed but hey, who wants to be haunted (and disgusted) everyday?
First off is the smokers. I do have smoker friends. Actually almost all of my freinds do smoke. But they don't ride the train smelling like shitholes, do they? The smell, oh sorry, the stink as to describe it is a mixture of morning breath (without gargling mouthwash the night before), sweat, tangy packed lunches, and lo and behold, the smell of the supposed sweet tobacco. I mean, you could at least smell yourself first before heading for public transportation. I know not everyone could afford perfume or cologne, well I don't use perfume either, but the sense of smell comes for free, right? So as body odor. I know, but I just wish people could just be more sensitive to the fact that not every friggin' person in the Philippines like the smell of cancerous nicotine (if it does have a smell) or stenchy tobacco streaming their nostrils. If someone had smelled a Kapre (a giant, Philippine mythical creature of the dark that smokes tobacco in trees) I think he can effortlessly share my sentiments on this.
In line with the olfactory talk, another is the stinky morning breath. I think we all experience the grumbling of stomachs due to the lack of bacon and eggs during breakfast and deciding to eat at the office pantry thus producing gastric juices that cause this unusual smell in our mouth called the morning breath. Well at least brush your teeth before going to work or people just might catch a glimpse of that dried saliva streak in the curl of your lips while you flirt with the girl sitting in front of you. Gross. Might as well gargle with "canal" (drainage) water, it might even smell better when you bombard me with your breathy "Hhhheeexxcuuuse meeeehh..." and being tortured by the mere olfactory memory of it. For the rest of the day. No cursing please.
I don't know how in the world did people get so porcine. The unabashed throwing of candy wrappers in variety of places for example. I just happen to saw this stunning young woman, late twenties I guess, just as we got off the bus. I was stunned indeed with the sudden swoosh of her arms as she threw something off the curb. A candy wrapper! Can you believe that? Geez. She could've at least put it in her ginormous tote along with her make-up and beauty products she use to cover the gross lady in her.
Try to ride a PUJ, (Public Utility Jeepneys) in front just beside the driver. No doubt you'll experience the most horrible scene in your life that will haunt you in your dreams. I always take jeeps because it is the most accessible and affordable transportation for me, I mean, you could see jeeps in almost all the streets here in the Philippines. So I was in front just beside Manong Driver, when suddenly another guy slipped in front that I forced myself to move closer to Manong Driver. It was around 5pm I think but it's so friggin' hot. Maybe because I was sandwiched between Manong Driver and the other guy or maybe becasue of the overheating floor of the jeep, I don't know. What I know for sure is that I was about to experience something horrible (and disgusting) at that moment. Manong Driver rummaged for something that I thought was a change for a passenger. He got two twenty five centavo coins, but to my suprise, used it to pluck his growing stubble under his chin! What the ef is wrong with the world?! So insinctively, I turn to my other side which is supposed to be better than what I just saw, because I thought nothing could be worse than that, when to my astonishment, the other guy was busily fighting an unknown and invisible force inside his nosetrils, with his forefinger and pinky, alternately, for I don't know how long he's been doing that. And, naturally, whatever remains left of that invisible nemesis of his, he inevitably throw to the pitiful space his fingers might flap. C'mon! Am I being punished for having an award of being the cleanest student way back in the sixth grade?? (Neat freak) Well this won't take you to be a neat freak to be grossed out. And since I am just halfway to my stop, and it's a struggle to find another jeep amidst the sea of people waiting, I just simply sat dead straight, but, but, but, overly mindful of the two apocalyptic creatures beside me, not knowing when the Manong Driver might just strangle me and start plucking my stubble or not knowing when and where the Booger Guy might throw me one. I just felt for a tear slowly emerging from my tearducts, but that was just exaggeration. I must've sprayed them with Lysol right then and there if I had one.
This one here will top off the ones I just mentioned.
It just happened yesterday while I was about to have my lunch. Yes people, I was about to engorge a reasonable amount of rice and delectable viands in the nearby food stall most popularly know as the Jolly Jeep, here in Makati. I just finished ordering and waiting for my food when, to my regret, I happened to glanced sideways to the stall's corner, and to my horror, an old man (I believe to be the owner's drunkard husband) was taking a leak! In a clear transparent plastic bag, (which is now filled with yellow liquid) he was carefully caressing between his palm and fingers whilst the other hand is in you know where. I was in total shock, as he threw the bag in one of the trash bins. Oh you poor garbage collector. I was literally praying that he won't come near me or else. I was in total disgust with what I just witnessed.
I imagine myself grabbing the ceramic plate I was just handed and smashing it to that guy's head and putting him face first on the bin where he just stashed his manhood grossness. It would've been the best highlight of my life. But instead, I just concentrated hard on imagining happy thoughts just as not to waste my budgeted meal allowance.
These are just few of the stuff I just gave an account to. There's also the spitting of yellow-greenish blobs and the nonchalant throwing of red and white striped plastic garbage bags from streams and rivers to electric posts and vacant lots.
Why do I have to be the one to witness all these things? Why can't I just live like any normal corporate slave in the world? Why aren't we being punished for being so filthy?
These whys cannot be answered by mere environmentalists, scientists, doctors or other Whos on our little Whoville world, which is deteriorating, not unless we act on it. Fast.
It's not just about me being awfully disgusted by these things...Okay well, it is about me being awfully disgusted by these things AND saving the world from filth and grime. And besides, who want to bear witness to these kind of stuff?
Maybe, I'll become this avante garde green superhero in green spandex armed with Lysol bombs, Astringosol armalite and Glade super bazooka. If not me, someone please? Thanks.
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