Guilt.

Perhaps the thing I hate the most about me as a bum is the guilt that comes along with everything that I do. Don't get me wrong; I'm totally loving my life right now. No worries, no stress. Everything feels like I'm just floating in open water -- no specific direction, but I know I'll hit land at some point.

But then there are times when my lifestyle gets to me. I feel guilty for every single thing that I do; for every liter of gas that I consume because I want to go to the mall or to the gym, or because I just want to meet my friends, for every credit card charge that I make for books, a good mani/pedi or clothes. Heck, I even feel guilty for every Starbucks purchase.

Maybe right now is not the time to be a bum, for me at least. We're not rich, and life isn't getting any easier.

I got scared all of a sudden a while ago while driving home. I dropped off Allan and Mars at Shell Buendia on the way, and the gas prices just plain scared me. A sharp tang*na was all I could say. Gas prices have increased, AGAIN. Unleaded is now at Php 55. **. (I don't remember the exact prices.) God. Looks like I'm gonna have to start hitching rides or commuting sometime soon. That's if I want to keep my bum lifestyle.