While drinking coffee and laughing over something with Carines, UHBJAW, and the rest of the hellows UHBJAW noticed something kadiri I was doing and admonished me on the spot.
"Nagkakapa ka na naman ng kulani mo sa leeg! Huling huli!" Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore said.
And she was right. The only excuse I could have given then was I was making hilod my leeg, but I would rather be seen as paranoid than gross. Speaking of which, ten years ago after a dinner in Makati Mrs. Therese texted me that while she was in the MRT, this oriental-looking guy was making hilod his leeg using the MRT card. When the card had accumulated enough dirt the guy then made pitik the libag which Mrs. Therese had to agilely evade while in the moving train. I apologize it's already late, so I can't think of better way to articulate "made pitik the libag".
Back to me palpating my neck in public. It has been like this for the past years, with the tiniest symptoms blaring out really loud alarms. Because as they say, it's not paranoia if they're really after you, or in this case, it's not paranoia if the mutations really were happening at that moment. Cue X-Files tune.