I want a Rough Guide to MenMen are strange creatures.
You yell at them, you make angry faces at them, you make fun of the hair on their backs, you judge them, you yell at them some more and at the end of the day, they still want to protect you.
Last night was a night of revelations and kumbaya moments. Of course, only because the aid of alcohol and some more alcohol, to the strains of Urdu music (so lovely). Ended up crashing the night at someone's apartment, with the rest of my friends. Felt rather skanky going home at around 8 a.m. in last night's clothes. The good thing was that my family never even noticed. The rest of today was spent recovering from a hangover and feeling very sorry for myself.
I remember last night in bits and pieces, I remember the intense discussion (bordering on argument, really) that MP had with another friend, I remember that friend calling Americans "uncivilized barbarians" and revealing how much he hates the whites (and he has a white girlfriend, go figure), I remember crying a bit because friends said very nice things about me and I felt so touched, I remember being flabbergasted when a friend suddenly revealed that he had felt hurt that I had placed more trust on an ex than I did on him. The thing was that we weren't particularly close friends to begin with. He antagonizes me in many ways although lately, I have loosen up on him. He's actually a pretty good guy and his apartment wasn't the skank ho drug haven from Hell that I was expecting. When I exclaimed my astonishment on how CLEAN his place was, he said with bemusement, "what do you think of me?" I don't know.. occupant of skank ho drug haven from Hell maybe.
The whole trust with ex incident is pretty weird because I hadn't expected myself having so much trust in him. It's actually really embarrassing. He must be feeling all big now, that idiot.
He was the only one, amongst a group of people I like and respect, who convinced me to come down the tower. After my initial excitement of abseiling, once I actually got to the tower, I freaked out and no one could convinced me to just lower myself on the ground. Until the ex grapped the rope on the ground and told me that it was safe. Once I got back on the ground, I had summoned enough courage to go back up on the tower and abseil down. The other dude admitted to me that I was the only reason why he went back up with me, despite his fear of heights, to give me moral support. And despite this, once I got back up the second time, I still couldn't do it, even with his continued encouragement. It took the ex to casually push me off the tower (the worst part is letting yourself go backwards to get into the L-shape position, everything else was such a breeze) - and I finally did it! Abseil, baby! In retrospect, that was funny. It was probably therapy for him - how many people could say that they've pushed their exes off a tower?
So last night, he confessed all this, much to my huge surprise. Honestly, I don't know why it's even worth talking about it because before last night, I hadn't really considered him as a good friend. I haven't known him as long as the ex, whom I obviously have a history with so it's no brainer that I still trust him a whole lot (much to my surprise) even though I definitely know I have no more romantic feelings for him. I guess I'm surprised and touched that he considers me a good friend, despite me ragging on him. He heee. I can't help it, he takes it with such good humour than anyone else i know. You know that sort of behaviour only encourages me.
At one point, he told me with such earnest, "I would never forgive myself if you get hurt". I stared at him a bit, and resisted the urge to pat his hand and go, "awwww...."
AND just in case you're thinking of it, he's not into me in a romantic way. The dude has a girlfriend that he really cares about. I definitely am NOT into him in that way, and never shall be, sohelpmeGod. But I like him more than I ever did before. I think it's touching that he's so protective of his friends. It's really admirable.
Anyway, last night was good fun. Got really chatty with MP, whom I confessed my undying non-lesbianic love and admiration to. And then we had our kumbaya moment. Good therapy stuff.
Oy, I had today all planned out but it all fell into pieces because I was, er, sick. Take my shoes to the cobbler, get my bike repaired because SOMEBODY borrowed it, broke the pedal and NEVER said anything to me about it, which I felt was really rude. Hey, accidents happen but the least you could do is to apologize (and pay for the repairs). Dude, I know you read this journal - where's my long-awaited apology??