Shopping, anyone?

Bo Derek once said, “Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping.”

Are you ready to hear the ramblings of my idle mind? Brace yourself because the “shopping” that I’m referring to doesn’t refer to your typical connotation of shopping.

So recently I have been engrossed with all these journalistic stuff as the production of our school paper is finally looming its closing stages. It’s funny how I thought it would be over soon but then I have just been informed that after we finish the tabloid, we will be doing another one- a newsletter. I was like, “Great!” with that said in much disdain. In the past days, I have written numerous- and I mean a cornucopia of articles- news, feature, column, editorial, sports? Name it! It even reached the point where I had to give my bylines to some of my classmates just so that our paper wouldn’t look like 50% Kamille. No kidding. So each day for the last two weeks I wake up, grab a cup of coffee, and rush to the layout artist/printing press. I eat my meals (breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner) there like it’s my residence, or ours, with my fellow editors for that matter. Good thing the place is very well ventilated and the WiFi is commendable. So last night when we were having dinner, we talked about shopping.

Shopping is easy, isn’t it?

Hold your horses.

How about shopping for sex?

A friend of mine told me that he once rode a cab with the cab driver complaining so relentlessly. He said that a young couple (wearing their school uniform) just called him to pick them up at a famous motel. And there they were, they just had sex.  Another friend also confessed seeing a teenage couple buying condoms at a local mall. Yes, in public, and again, wearing their school uniform.

This is another sad reality. This shows us that nowadays, it is damn effortless to shop for sex. I mean, all you have to do is just turn on your computer, use the webcam and I’m sure you know what happens next. You can also try texting anonymous people and do meet-ups. Another alternative is to cater to the needs of your partner.

I had a friend who engages in premarital sex with her boyfriend in a habitual basis (like 4x/week). She says that occasionally she feels like she really wants to do it but most of the time, she feels like her BF is just compelling her to do so. However, she said that she gives it to her BF because both of them can benefit from it. To quote her, “Sex is so delicious!” Who can tap that?!

This is a reality and desolately, I don’t think that this can be eradicated. Sex is available in all the nooks and crannies. You can see prostitutes right outside school, in the Internet, everywhere! 

I’m not saying this because I’m some freakin’ saint but I am saying this because sex is actually triggered by some factors like peer pressure. If you had a classmate, for example, who talks almost everyday about her sex adventures and elicit affairs, and how amazing they are, wouldn’t you be curious and tempted? I know I am.

Of course, I also want to have sex! That’s the truth and it kills me. But here’s the thing, I want sex to be something that is not just some kind of food to satisfy a hungry stomach. If you have an itch to scratch, do you easily find a way to scratch it? I get it. What we lack is self-control.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not some kind of anti-sex activist. In fact, I am in favor of PMS. I sincerely think that sex is healthy and that it’s plays a very vital role in the development and production of our hormones. It’s just that if ever you decide to do PMS, it has to be with someone you are emotionally attached with. Just imagine every inch of your body being caressed by a person whose name you don’t even know (talking about one-night stands). And you explode in excitement.—Isn’t it a little, shall I say, disreputable?

Wow! I feel like I’m a minister or something. But seriously, the next time you plan to have sex, try to think not just twice but a hundred times over before doing the act.