Today at noon, Taal volcano erupted for the first time in 40ish years. As expected, there’s a flood of “Pray for us” tweets and the public advisory retweets showing the meanings of Phivolcs alert warnings.
Most people are afraid of the seemingly imminent eruption, but oddly I am more excited than afraid. If you know me intimately, you’ll know that I’m afraid of things that people would find mundane: like running out of conversation topics while hanging out with a friend, people who sound mildly angry, and other really dumb things. [other examples: tall slides, kiddie roller coasters. I also used to be afraid of riding escalators and elevators (I only managed to get over my fear of elevators when I was already in my 20’s)] …you get the point.
I really find it weird that I’m not afraid of deadly toxic gases coming out of a volcano or deadly loud volcanic explosions (the neighboring Krakatoa volcano killed a lot of people through the sheer loudness of its explosion).
I missed posting a blog and taking a photo yesterday, partly due to the eruption, and partly because I’ve had the bug since Saturday. I attempted to sleep at work (after shift, of course) but my headache bested my desire to rest.







