As always the subject isn’t really about Geography or the professor. It’s about me. Last Tuesday the professor engaged everyone in a very exhilarating game called Backstabbing. The mechanics of the game are as follows. You get a piece of paper (one-half crosswise!), masking tape, and a pen. Tape the paper at your back. The rationale of the game being, your classmates will write something on this paper, and this something would be their impressions the first time they saw you smirk on their faces. Then start hunting down people, try to figure out what you think of them, and write it down on the paper at their backs. In return of a favor, you let them write on your paper. It’s hard to carry out such a task, especially if you’re the type of person who doesn’t give a fart to strangers, much less give first impressions. There is also the problem of running out of the appropriate adjectives, and you end up copying other people’s description for that person, and the problem of puncturing the paper while you’re scribbling notes and your pen’s ink oozing and blotting on the shirt.
After 10 minutes or so, we were asked to settle down and rip the paper off from its most strategic place so as one will not see what other people have written on it. I got 23 people to describe me, and majority of them wrote seemingly positive expressions. Anne called me “suplado” (snobbish), ha ha. She told me beforehand that she thought I was the most snobbish person on Earth that she dared not to talk to me during the first few days of our stay in UP; now we’re partners in crime. Others wrote deluding stuff like “cool,” “nice,” quiet,” “mabait,” and “friendly.” There are some who are a bit advanced: “smart,” “intelligent,” “matalino,” “masayahin (fun-loving),” and “gentleman.” Ha ha ha!And of course there were some chosen ones because they prompted me to think. One wrote “mukhang walang sakit (looks healthy).” I wonder why s/he referred to me as “mukhang walang sakit,” although in the interest of fairness there must be a profound look that pompously says that one appears unhealthy. Judging from my physical attributes I am indeed healthy because I weigh 123 pounds which is relatively proportional to my height, 5’8”, and I don’t feel any bad vibes invading my insides and distorting the internal processes of my organs. There is also the phrase “everybody’s guy.” Someone must have mistaken me for Mr. Congeniality because I was laughing so hard with everyone else including our professor whom I jokingly asked if I could also write something about her. Then again I believe in the adage, Looks deceive; I probably seem to be misleading. Or as Anne so cleverly puts it, “Bugaw ka raw, Mike.” And of course my list wouldn’t be complete without the omnipresent adjective to properly describe me, “sunget (grouchy).” It doesn’t take much of a keen discerning mind to say that I’m a cranky person. In fact, majority of all acquaintances I’ve met had the same idea as to describe me as such. I feel no consternation, skepticism, or whatever; more likely I feel elated than totally annoyed.
Do first impressions really last, or do they just settle in your subconscious, collecting cobwebs and whatnot and waiting for the end user to make use of them? Though you haven’t actually met (except for those who know him personally), what do you think of the author the first time you’ve read his blog? Does he resemble a blood-sucking sharp-fanged salivating beast that divides into two, or the boy-next-door type, respectful to all humanity, and who can inadvertently bring hordes of the female species to kiss his (un)virgin bleep!?
Does the author really exist, or is he just a figment of one’s imagination brought to life by a human being?