holy crap.
this stuff i'm writing. it's not really what i want to write anyway.
it's about this guy several steps away from me sitting in the middle kiosk. well, he's the guy who once bothered my peaceful life in school. after several lines written he left. *pufth*
it's fascinating how i am well known and remembered in school. amazingly, the girl sitting in the opposite sit called me by my name and asked if i could look after her bag while she'll be away to get her stuffs. i replied yes since i'll be staying for the next 30 minutes. she said that she's a friend of a friend of mine. well, distant friend perhaps cause the person she's referring to is not really a very close friend of mine. just a common friend of a friend. mind you, i always run in to people i don't know and they greet me, by my name. not that i never met the person perhaps some distant connections and got acquainted. maybe. i'm good at forgetting.
it's amazing how i can establish many relationships and can get to connect with people, regardless the age gap, course, gender, personality whatsoever. i am proud to say that a lot of people likes my personality. and that i'm comfortable to be with. i can get close with the dumbest and even groups of school intellectuals, homos to lesbos, from the serious types to the hedonists.
yet despite the diversity of the people i am with, i never loose grip of my individuality or my self. i can still manage to be me in everything i do in every people i am with. i'm a non-conformist and this is the thing i am truly proud of.
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