Get A Life

So you’ve noticed that I haven’t been performing as often on The McVie Show as I used to. Blame it on the rain, yeah, yeah (see “When It Rains” episode to get the reference). I’ve been spending most of my free time offline. So that’s what happens when your First Life kicks in; your Second Life suffers. Good for me, bad for my audience. Well, what little audience I still have.

And after I eliminated 3 out of the 5, here comes one more. And he’s from out of town. And he’s just 26 years old. So now it’s a toss up between the 20-somethings. Dios ko. And the Chinese chinito who’s in Indonesia is still there. However, I think it’s going to remain an online relationship; the chances of us meeting in person is slim to none.

So now my time is divided into my work (major time consumer), my three ongoing choices (Mr. Eeeny, Mr. Weeny, and Mr. Miney-Moe) and barely enough time for myself. I haven’t visited F or CB or Bed or Government for two weeks. That’s a record for me, mwhahaha.

But here’s the thing: more and more I’m seriously considering a fourth and fifth options. The fourth choice is to remain single; be footloose and fancy-free, like that Girl Named Georgy. The fifth choice is… well, it’s between me and the three. Because there are so many people out there who are either narrow-minded or who feel that their way is the best way for everyone, or who aren’t courageous and honest enough to know themselves and make up their own minds instead of just accepting what others tell them.

Meanwhile, excuse me while I go get a life. As Stephen King said, life should fuel one’s writing and not the other way around. I’m off to gather more material for The McVie Show.