I was riding the jeepney this morning to Hyatt, looking at the
passengers inside. I have become an even more paranoid person since
I’ve had a lot of unfortunate experiences as a commuter (hold-up,
slash, etc.). Because of that, it has become a habit to check out the
people I’m with wherever I go. I only feel safe when I’m with someone
I know, no matter how close we are.
So, I was looking, and there, near the end of the jeepney, was a
very, very, very, very (times ten to the millionth power times) old
lady, with lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (times a ten to
the millionth power times) of wrinkles. She was so thin, she looked
like a skeleton wearing a skin outfit. It was creepy yet fascinating.
I couldn’t look away; I just stared at the contours and outline of
her bones and how the skin seemed to sag around the bones.
It was so weird that you could see her as a skeleton. Even her face
was so dry and thin and sallow that by looking closely, you could see
the outline of her skull and imagine how she would look like without
the skin (and blood and those gory stuff..lol).
I was planning to sneak out my phone and take a picture (subtly, of
course), but unfortunately (for me; fortunately for her), she went
down just a few blocks after I got on.
Oh well. My first thought after looking at her was that.. am I going
to be like that someday?