...a shaggy dog story is an extremely long-winded tale featuring extensive narration of typically irrelevant incidents that usually results in a pointless or absurd punchline
For all the hoopla going on in Manila, Dumaguete was as quiet as could be over the past three days. I would have wanted to monitor the news both in the mainstream media and in the blogosphere, but I was stuck in the store for most of Saturday and all of Sunday.
My mother called me up late Sunday afternoon to tell me that Col. Querubin was holed up in Marine headquarters in protest over his commandant's relief. Members of civil society were heading to Fort Bonifacio. The beginnings of another People Power? Hmmm. When I finally got home and checked the Internet, the whole affair had fizzled out with Querubin appearing in a press conference with the new commandant. Chain of command blah blah gentleman's agreement blah blah. You figure it out.
Honestly, I was disappointed. Then I felt guilty about being disappointed. Then I finally said there was no reason to feel guilty at all.
I was afraid that I was disappointed that shooting didn't happen, and that no blood had been spilled.
But no, it wasn't that at all. It was something else. It was a feeling with which I was already familiar with, as I'm sure countless others are. It was the same feeling one gets when one is told a shaggy dog story. I mean, after all the drama and the brouhaha...what was the point?
I just felt really annoyed.