I wanted to blog earlier but I kept postponing it. And two weeks ago, I got really sick. I had a high fever for a couple of days but had irritating cold and cough for the whole week. This also had to happen when I went to the dentist for a surgery to remove my wisdom teeth. So basically, I was feeling cold, I had to eat it ice cream to numb the pain on my teeth but I also needed to eat warmer food for my fever and cold even though I was not capable of eating solid food for a couple of days because of the wisdom teeth operation, and I was not supposed to eat anything cold since I did have cold and cough. And my teeth was bleeding for a day or so.

While I was having a lot of phlegm on my throat and a serious cough, I watched Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist. Oh boy, that is an awesome documentary film. I couldn't help but think that my illness of the moment wasn't as serious as Bob Flanagan's sickness had been. I shouldn't feel so sorry for myself all the time.

Even though Bob Flanagan is a masochist and loves doing all sorts of eccentric, or rather unconventional, sexual activities with his partner, Sheree Rose, who inflicts the pain on him and dominates him (Bob being peed on, beeing pooped on, and hammering a nail on his penis and pulling it off afterwards causing the penis to bleed afterwards to name a few =O), I really thought that Flanagan was likable. Sometimes, you can't just look at the screen as they show some of the activities they do (the most painful-to-watch and unbearable scene is when he hammers a nail on his penis and a piece of wood and even describing it makes me flinch) because we can feel the pain that Flanagan is willing and pleased to endure.

But you can get through those scenes because of how Bob Flanagan took sadomasochism lightly with his hilarious and truthful jokes about it that he shares to others such as his fellow masochists. He shared his journal that was a record of his daily sexual activities with his partner, and in the end of the movie, he shares a poem about the countless reasons why he is a masochist.

It is ironic how he has survived all those unhealthy, dangerous, and painful sexual activities (all the physical pain his wife has inflicted upon him) and that instead a serious illness would be the cause of his untimely death.

I have no social life right now. I don't socialize much with the people at the financial area of the hospital where I volunteer in, not even with my co-volunteer or the ones I sit with at the office. In my defense, they are older than me and there's a generation gap :P and I only get to see the other volunteer once a week since she volunteers only twice a week. Sure, some small talk here and there (which is quite unbearable for me) but nothing more than that. The same goes for my co-workers at McDonalds. I don't know, I've really tried socializing with others but I'm really not a friendly and social person. And most of my co-workers bore me. I mean, what else can we talk about besides work? And I can tell we have nothing in common. The only social life I have, if I do have one, would be my conversations with my family during dinner, movie time every Friday and/or Saturday night, etc.

I can't even get around to calling Ana and Demi so we can meet again after not seeing each other for months, go out wherever and just talk about what has been going on with our lives lately (not that anything much has changed in my life) because of laziness. I feel lazy enough to go to work or to volunteer.