Sometimes, we make fun of our own because of the fact that “they are our own”. It somehow makes it a little acceptable for example, I can laugh at the hopelessness of the Philippines, because it’s all I can do right now — laugh and cry at the same time… but,
In reality, I GRIEVE for our country. I cry for the lives lost for our freedom only to allow ourselves get enslaved yet again. It’s different this time because there are no colonizers, there are no other flags raised but ours… but we are still living under other people’s terms. We are not free because others dictate our government. I grieve for how we are now.
I PITY the poorest of the poor, that includes myself because in the Philippines, it’s only an either/or and there’s nothing in the middle. The so called middle class are those whose loans get approved because their payslip reflects higher salary. The premium incurred will bury the middle class so deep, so yes, in reality, they are deadbeats. THE OTHER HALF though are the rich. They can afford lavish lives. They party like Diddy and they are crownless princesses. Oh how I wish to be like them!
I LOVE my country because despite our poorness, our known laziness, our corrupt politicians, it has cradled me safe all these years, I know that I was there only half my life but I know I will be there for good someday and I CAN’T WAIT.
So when others make fun of its people, I get offended and dismayed, because that’s only OK when we say it.