Camisado

cam·i·sa·do [kàmmə sáydō, kàmmə sdō]
(plural cam·i·sa·does)
noun
surprise attack: a surprise attack at night (archaic)

I can instantly recall the time I was chased by a mad man when I was just 8 years of age… Haha! As a matter of fact, I can still remember the exact date! It was a cloudy and a usual morning, on the 28th of December 1998. I was in my Grandmother’s place at that time. My uncle and I went to the store to buy Sprite (because I “badly” needed it). And so we went, until I lost hold on him! It was a narrow street so I kept on running and calling him, because I’m scared that I might lose him. Incidentally, a psychotic man (who was rumored to be a kidnapper and kid-eater! Yikes!) detoured along the narrow passage where I was heading to! Being panic-stricken, I hysterically screamed and wailed for help! He was viciously looking at me, and to think he was bringing his filthy sack (where he would put me or another unfortunate kid!). And as a result, the cute (literally!)umbrella, that my mom gave to me on my 8th birthday, and my slipper landed to the muddy canal! Of course, I didn’t mind it because I all I knew at that moment was a need for SURVIVAL!
I was panting… I almost thought that I could faint. It was such a hideous childhood memory. Thank God I’m still here! *laughs
It was unexpected, really. Camisado is the term for it, although I wasn’t attacked at night.
But to tell you what, I’m still experiencing camisadoes until now. And I do think that all of us do, aight? Well, in my case, it’s not really the literal CAMISADO that’s making me wince. Let’s just say I’m surprisingly attacked by different kinds of emotions, especially the negative ones…
Much as I don’t want to, I can’t help but submit to these crap. I hate being termed as “emotional”, “pathetic”, or “oversensitive”, but I think there’s some truth into it (haha). There’s really truth in it! Oh, to hell with them, anyway! Whatever this is, I must admit that my life is mostly governed with emotions, and as a consequence, I become dull and irrational as time passes by.
Sometimes, I resent the sudden attack of my moodiness. And there’s always a reason behind it.
I’ve always been labeled as a sensitive and moody person. I get easily affected by anything! But you know what, I think it’s not that bad to be like that. If we all are sensitive people, we would learn how to sympathize. We would become aware of the feelings of others and we would know how to help them.
But on the flip side, if we are that sensitive, we tend to wallow on self-pity (I hate this term!). Honestly, I’ve gone through a lot of “self-absorption” on the past few years of my life. But now? Not anymore. As much as possible, I will look at all angles and try to weigh down if what I am feeling is reasonable or not. Think I’m insecure? I admit I WAS. Haha! What is this? We all have insecurities, man! I’ll handle “those” in a different and more rational way now…
I’ve figured out all of these, by myself. There’s nothing wrong of being sensitive or moody! As long as I’m not offending someone else, or most especially, myself. In fact, I’ve resigned to the fact that I maybe I’m an “emo” person. So? At least I am aware and I have the power to sympathize, now I know that I have this gift of sensitivity.
One more thing that I have learned is that I can control my actions because I can easily determine how I feel.
You may hate persons who put their hearts over their heads. Think again. People who can deeply understand (because they are guided with what they feel) are wise, and they are better than those who are intelligent or logical or whatsoever.
Now, I can gladly say that being surprisingly attacked by rising variations of sensations is not that horrible at all! Looks like I’m gonna have to expect more camisadoes in the future. Although I’m not gonna call it “camisado” anymore! And please, no more psychotics, ok?