Post-Truth Politics and Coping Mechanisms

Chocolate Dipped Potato Chips

Brexit, Philippine Elections, US Elections, Marcos Burial...all have caused much ado. And the 2016 Oxford word of the year is aptly post-truth.  Whilst on the train, I had a surge of ideas about post-truth politics until I had to remind myself that I'm not a pundit of politics, law, legislation, and everything within that realm. Politicking also appears in everyday life particularly in workplace dynamics. I suppose I'm being slowly and subconsciously sucked into this milieu of suspicion and subterfuge--and I am relieved that there are people in my life who occasionally hit a gong/ throw a pie on my face/ hose me down/ tell me off and put me back into perspective. My father is one of those people. And he has a habit of citing his references--and I think I've imbibed that habit. The citing of references. Not the zen/objective/calm/optimistic disposition. 

To make light of things, I've decided to write about various coping mechanisms that I've developed in order to be resilient and still functional. Let's face it, emotions can make us less productive. Oh, but the desire for our emotions to be provoked is addictive--I think we all want to be immersed in one form of emotion or the other. I will enumerate, in random order, doable coping strategies in order to get by in spite of the hurly-burly of human existence:

1. Dip regular rippled potato chips in Nutella
2. Drink alcohol moderately--preferably (reasonably priced) red wine (for the antioxidants)
3. Put full fat cream on your coffee
4. Make a chocolate bar sandwich...as in put e.g. Nestle Crunch in between two slices of bread
5. Take a walk alone and find a spot where you can tunganga (or gawk) at nature
6. Have imaginary conversations in the shower
7. Watch a slapstick film or romantic comedy of your choice
8. Blog (harhar)
9. Run a bath (whenever applicable)
10. Do something mechanical: staple, shred paper, do some chores, etc.

Yes, I stuck to the wholesome coping mechanisms, friends. Go forth and do whatever shoots up your happy hormones as long as you "do wrong to none." You can choose to interpret or misinterpret these final statements--I had two glasses of Cabernet because it's a Friday.

Be real, be honest, don't deceive, love everyone, Merry Christmas---on December 25th.
Oh boy, this post felt good.

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I had to edit this post a few times, my clouded brain has made me incoherent.