In my long-ago adventure in Ciudad de Mexico, there was one influencer (YouTube travel vlogger) whose posts about the city made it easier for me to go around. Her posts about Mexico City was so helpful during that time that I made it as my reference on where to go, what to visit and how to go about.
This vlogger recently posted her adventures in Istanbul, Turkey. I was a little swollen with pride to learn that I being a small-time traveler actually came and visited years ahead before she did. I was secretly hoping that she has read a number of my blog posts about Istanbul for her to use as her travel reference of the city.
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But when I watched her posts about Istanbul, I was so envious that I wanted to revisit the city and re-do all my lackluster blog posts. Hahaha! Her vlogs were so vibrant, so appealing and so alive that though I already have seen, felt and tasted what she was featuring, I wanted to go back, do the same and do the way she does!
I guess I am just bitter that I could not produce a better feature of Istanbul the way other travel content creators do. Am I really envious about her work? Or I am just finding an excuse because I really wanted to go back to the grand and splendid Istanbul?!
Let me then post a short clip of my personal experience in Istanbul.
I hope that re-reading multiple times this blog post would in some way reduce my craving to revisit that beautiful transcontinental city. And to that lady vlogger – whom I refuse to identify and feature here, hahaha! – I do admit that you really do a better job than I do.
Let me just then be contented with the powerful saying that: “recognizing one’s own weakness is one of the biggest strengths that one can have”. And yeah, I am so bitter and really wanted to be back in gorgeous Istanbul. Hahaha!
I may not be aware but as far as I know, I don’t curse. Uttering expletives and swearwords is really not my cup of tea. That is why while I was watching the first night of Madonna concert (Rebel Heart Tour) here in Manila I was surprised and was in disbelief by Madonna who generously peppered us with the “Mother F” words. It initially felt awkward.
What is even more uncomfortable is that Madonna wanted us (the audience) to answer her questions in the affirmative by shouting “F@#k Yeah!” It was indeed super unpleasant at first. But as the show develops to become more spectacular song after song, answering Madonna with such profanity seem so liberating.
I was like un-caged for a while and did not care who would react to such profanities that I was blaring. And since everybody was in such a happy mood and because everybody else is doing it, no one cared, no one got offended and no one was hurt. And that is the beauty of being able to scream out something that is unusual yet astonishingly redemptive and unshackling.
liberating aside from being spectacular!
My shouting “F@#k Yeah!” that night actually became a bit of therapeutic. It is because I was luckily able to channel and vent out all my worries, anxieties and desperations in my screaming! I did not seem to care what Madonna was asking her audience but when it was time to respond and shriek with the rest of the spectators, I was pouring out all my angsts!
Madonna’s Rebel Heart tour I guess lived up to the title of the concert. My heart indeed became temporarily rebellious from the norm because my civility would seem fly out the window every time I shout to respond to the Queen. But the cathartic effect of screaming expletives that night was really comforting in the end. No, I did not changed by starting to utter expletives from now on, but that night, I left the concert cheering and ecstatic yet deep within me I was feeling calm, quiet and free.
I don’t know if my troglodyte-like writing and relaying these thoughts makes any sense but my shouting “F@#k Yeah!” that night was indeed one unusual liberating experience!
Peter Pan complex, Oedipus complex, Elektra complex and Napoleoan complex are some of the eponymous psychological complexes commonly known by the general public. But one unrecognized psychological complex is slowly emerging in Pinoy society. It has a distinct characteristic theme that illustrates a well defined set of mental factors.
People with this type of psychological complex are described as having the compulsive need to crush other people’s dreams with a non-murdering persona. They see cruelty as their only way to get attention. They enjoy seeing sweat coming out of people’s pores when they exhibit their rage and fury. They ferociously take pleasure in making other’s lives miserable through mental tactics, dark intentions and scheming manipulations. They are obsessed with their object of slavery’s bodily parts in which they have the compulsion to make “sampal” (face slapping), “pingot” (ear pinching) and “sabunot” (hair pulling).
In conformity with other psychological complexes being eponyms (naming after a person or character) and to pay tribute to the most popular and notorious villainess in Philippine cinema this psychological complex is called The Bella Flores Complex.
Pipingutin ko ang taong walang kilala na merong Bella Flores Complex!