My oldest daughter, Lyka, has a passion for Spongebob. She likes the show so much that she would constantly ask us, her parents, to play the whole series in marathon for her. As a result, I’m saturated with Spongbob, Patrick, Mr. Krabs, Sandy and of course, Squidward.

    In a nutshell, Squidward is Spongebob’s neighbor who thinks highly of himself despite whatever everybody thinks. Also, he is sarcastic and could be of a nasty sense of humor at times. It is a testament to my daughter’s fascination of the cartoon series that I ended up dreaming of Squidward. Actually, I was dreaming of my own self, at times when I blamed the established standards for excelllence when I didn’t make the cut. I saw myself as mediocre and I ended up comparing myself to Squidward in that same dream.

    Squidward, in truth, is mediocre in his pursuits, or at least that is how other people rate his artistic achievements, save for Spongebob (who always saw the best in other people). I compared myself to him because I feel that I have let myself sink into mediocrity and vehemently deny this fact, blaming instead the established convention being too “institutionalized”, whatever that means. Somehow, I have become some sort of a sour puss, realizing that I have a lot of space for improvement but fail to do anything about it.

    But if there is any upside to the life I’m now leading, it’s that I have my own Spongebob: three of them – Leejay, Lyka and Kylee. If I have some room for improvement, and do nothing about it, I still get constant updates on that fact, in a good way. They all help me try to be the best that I allow myself to be. Thank God for sponges. XD

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