Friday, June 17, 2005

lesson #181: the guy who gets everything wrong

Met an old friend of G's on the bus ride home today. Shall call him Blue Man 'cos a) he was wearing an awful blue shirt, and b) G can't remember his name. So G and him were talking and I was pretending to sleep so I won't have to talk to him. At first they talked about army life, a common friend who passed away recently, of school and current activities and where they're heading, and then I could sense the strain and the awkward silences. In an effort to resuscitate the conversation, Blue Man took an interest in G's Accountancy major, and G's plans after graduation.


Blue Man: So you wanna be an accountant once you graduate? (smug & knowledgeable) Then you should take the CPA test. (even more smug & knowledgeable) You know, CPA - Chartered Public Accountant.
G: Erm... it's Certified Public Accountant.


WAHAHAHAHA!


Regarding the common friend who passed away recently from leukemia, Blue Man also had a comment.


Blue Man: It's very hard to believe right. Don't know how he could've contracted it.
G: Erm... I don't think leukemia is something that you contract...

Blue Man just sounded so callous and ignorant at that point in time that I felt obliged to expose his stupidity.


Don't know whether it's morbid coincidence or what, but N called and said that his grandfather passed away. It feels like a general aura of gloominess is all around. Then I think of my own grandpa and got pretty scared because I don't wanna lose him yet I know sooner or later I will. N also updated me on his life. About how he's going to chase this girl whom he described as being 'crazy beautiful'. The babe-of-the-month of some freebie magazine. She must be really pretty. And then I wondered whether he was trying to insult me, by insinuating that I never was beautiful as she is. And it did hurt a bit, I'd never liked to be replaced even when it was me who ended things and not the other way around.


But life goes on, and if he were to disappear from my life, then so be it. As long as he returns my DVD. After the call, I realized that what G and I have is tough. It won't be broken by crazy fights, or tons of tears and pain and hurt, or moments of G looking monkey-faced. We'd done lots of stupid things, said some stupid things to each other that hurt real bad, but what we didn't do was run away from each other.


I hope that when I get the odd compulsion to run, he'd run after me.


Now to have a slightly more cheerful ending! Jing got back and we met online and chatted and got sappy with each other for the first time. She's a good friend. She really made me feel happy even when I was in a funk that I was in, grumbling over musicals and what-not. We shall go out this weekend and show the people in da club what dancing is really like, in our dictionary.