I got to know a new friend this semester. I first noticed her during my year IV finals when she was sitting a stone throw away from me in the hall. She caught my attention once when I looked back and gave me a broad, wide, affable smile which I thought was really sweet. She is friendly, magnanimous, mild tempered yet blur most of the time. In fact, all the time. It seems to me like she's befuddled every second of the day, and it puzzles me a whole heap about her personality. I'd heard stories about her, of various versions from various sources.
Having her around during a conversation was as though she could traverse time, like a time traveler. For a moment she was there, the next, she was gone and into a daze. She would reappear and entreat for a repetition of phrases, sometimes the whole story. My friends and I would rubberneck at each other in unsophisticated wonderment, then someone among us would crack a giggle and our laughters followed suit. She was fine with that. Once in a while, one of us would take the initiative to explain everything right from the start. It was not long after we actualized this bewilderment to be an ado, we stopped repeating our conversation. She would continue to question despite the silence we often came about, but none of us had sincerely bothered to reply her nowadays.
I'm not in the position to judge for I am blur as a matter of fact. It isn't fair either to disregard her presence, yet at such circumstance, it annoyed me pretty much when I was verbally asked to repeat something over and over again - cranky in other word. We had casually made her name a subject of humor when we needed some entertainment. It was nevertheless that guilt had swamped my conscience and made me realized how impolite I'd been. If only I hadn't been so judgmental, I could have been more patient with her. It's gotta be a practice to make good friends.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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