Hi guys. Updates rare, I know. But with my OJT consuming most of my time again, I can’t promise write ups. I mean, I had to cancel promised after-work dates with Phanie and JP at Glorietta because of the irregular work hours. But I’m assuring you I�m still fine. Brain still functional, eyes in the right sockets, psychosis still mild. And still having fun.
Anyway, I’ve updated the OJTfiles blog section. Check it out anytime–http://www.ojtfiles.blogspot.com. For the mean time, I’ll just sleep again. I sorely need it. Excuse me. (closes laptop, throws it somewhere, then starts to sleep.)
Just a question, please?
Why do people, especially those who are in their thirties or late twenties above, consider play as something very childish, when in fact, it is timeless? Why is it that it has to be forever associated with kids? Why is it that when someone plays with kids, or just plainly plays, people go, ‘you’re not a kid anymore, grow up, be mature.’ Why is playing the basis of one’s maturity? Have people really stopped bothering to play when they reached this point that they are mainly concerned with �matters of consequence�?
I’m just at this part in the book Sophie�s World where Sophie was playing with a bunch of Lego bricks, and her mom goes, oh, good, you’re playing with Lego again, or something like that. Sophie answers in this rather “mature-ish” voice that she denies she was playing with Lego, she was doing something philosophical with it. It’s just that, playing has been a good form of relaxation, and as much as it is associated to the youth, older people can still forget about most of the world and be immersed in something relaxing and at the same time entertaining while still tending to “matters of consequence,” right? Or just plainly, why do we have to plainly forget this form of entertainment when we grow up?
