Coffee with Morrie

I was going to meet a friend at Starbucks last Sunday, it was a bummer but I had to. Sunday is “the” rest day but I had to leave the house, take the train, then another to get to my destination. Since the trip was inevitable, I thought might as well make it bearable. A book! The inexperienced LRT/MRT-rider in me thought that it would be sanely possible to read a book while in it. (Evidently, it would require considerable body-twisting skill to alight one and an even advanced skill in balancing to stay upright once in it!) Moving on…I grabbed my old but unread copy of “Tuesdays with Morrie”, short and easy to read, I thought that it was really my best bet for train survival.

So off I went, book in tow.

As I walked towards the nearest station, I started talking – to myself. A habit of the absent-minded. I’ve always took pleasure in walking since I find that I could think better, analyze things, resolve matters by myself better when I am walking. As if upon each step, issues and problems are resolved and pealed away from my back. The feel of the wind on my cheeks and the coolness at the back of my neck gives me better perspective on matters at hand. The problem is, I lose my sense of direction.

After turning right from Leon Guinto to Dagonoy street and finally Taft, my memory told me its best to turn left towards Vito Cruz station. But while the conversation was going on inside my head coupled with the traffic noise outside, my feet got the better of me and took off towards Quirino station and turned right.

To be continued…