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| Get it? Bloody? |
Lame jokes aside, all I'm saying is this: It. Never. Ends. Right!
From that vastly brilliant and creative parable I've just spent 52 hours to made I'm pretty sure you and hopefully with all the rest of normal human beings would understand that these encounters are not in the least, favorable. While I'm pretty sure these would be a funny story to be recalled on the latter days, I bet on my yet to-be-paid-in-full mobile phone that I would still feel uncomfortably embarrassed during the recounting.
So what is this particular event that hath frustrated me so much that I need to write a blog post about it, you say? Well, three days ago I was walking past my university corridors when I passed a certain person who is friends with a friend of mine. We've studied together for an exam that was coming up back then, and that's why I remembered her looks, because if I met a person and I haven't done something special with them, then they should damn well look like some actor or actress. Or like that fat kid on the roller coaster.
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| Well she's not the fat kid on the roller coaster... But hey, she's a fat kid! |
I'm joking, I love all kinds of people. Especially kids. More especially the ones in the back of my ice cream truck.
But yeah, when I passed that corridor I saw her walking towards to where I was from, and she was staring at me. Being raised in a family that would scream at you for doing interpretative dance in front of family relatives, I said hi to her nervously out of politeness and to avoid being caught in an awkward situation. She didn't respond but two seconds later I could hear her 'whispering' to her friends, "I actually know him!" which I'm pretty sure was followed by how my unshaven facial hair looked extremely sexy that day.
I was really surprised at how a person can be so unintentionally upfront. Was she doing the fail whisper on purpose? Or did she have a certain vocal disorder that made her had to whisper in an audibly heard volume? And then all of a sudden the mind blowing question popped into my head: Was she also awkward when we passed? By then I recalled the fact that she did stared at me. And as far as I know, people stare because they are either:
a) A person who actually knows the other person;
b) A bunch of nosy people who likes to stick in their nose in other people's business, or;
c) A bloody psycho.
And I sincerely prayed every single moment after I made this brilliant hypotheses that she is not a bloody psycho. But then the more I thought about it the more I got confused of that person. In the end I felt like I don't want to think about it ever again and to postpone this blog post, but hey, reality's always a major pain in the arse.
I saw her again today, on the same corridor, walking to the same direction while she was also walking to the same direction as three days ago. The only exception was that she wasn't with her friends today. And no, I'm pretty sure they weren't traumatized by my sexy unshaven facial hair. I noticed her at once when I turned around the corner, and I was pretty sure she did too. My awkward mind was computing an exceptionally out-of-this-world computation that I'm pretty sure even math experts couldn't solve. We stared a bit and when I decided to say hello again out of politeness, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and tried to ignore her. And I tell you what:
IT BLOODY DAMN FEELS GOOD!
I don't know if it was because of me seemingly having my payback or if it was just a winning moment in place of the awkward moment I almost got. I feel a little bad, but hey, should've thought about that before you whispered in a high volumed voice, right?
I don't know, do you guys have a certain awkward moment that you just want to write down a whole 750 word blog post just for it? Cause I hell do.
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