As I watched two middle-age men battle it out in the tennis court, a friend saw U2 in concert.
While I tried to figure out what toys to buy my nieces, an acquaintance contemplated on how to become a better citizen of our great Nation.
As I hurriedly posted a new entry in The Deadbeat Club, a fellow blogger purchased his own domain.
While hanging out with friends in Macau, a grade school batch mate was roaming around New York with his buddies.
As I unravel the “on again/off again” status of my present relationship, a neighbor is busy preparing for her December wedding.
This was how Raft3r spent the past seven (7) days. The comparisons were based on the numerous shout-outs plastered all over Facebook.
Suddenly, my life seemed so insignificant.
I may be the star(let) of my own show. Though many others have far more interesting plots and intriguing twists than I can offer.
I better shake off this feeling. Self-loathing doesn’t suit Raft3r.