A friend from the old days, high school days in particular visited my place last Friday, November 28, 2008.
This friend whom I will call Blake ‘The Communist’ is one of those friends who you go out with and then spend hours, walking and sitting around benches in the mall or park, just talking. Blake is my conversation buddy. I like talking to him a lot and sharing insights with him. Until now, even though the world and the people around us had change and is still going through that change, we still have this sense of camaraderie that bonds us even though we don’t see each other often.
I remember this incident at the mall one time, when I was searching for gifts to give during that Yuletide season and I saw him walking. Blake had this distant look on his face, as if meditating. So I came up to him and said hi.
It was unusual for me to do that. I don’t like saying hello, how do you do and all that to people whom I went to the same high school with. I didn’t need to catch things up because I don’t give a damn about what happened way back and what’s happening to those people I left during those dark days. All I care about are the people whom I have a connection with like Blake ‘The Communist.’
So Blake’s face started to lighten up, he smiled and then started talking to me. We ended up conversing while I shop. When I looked at the watch, it was 9pm which was the regular closing time for malls. And to think I saw him around 5pm. Time flew by so fast while I was with him.
Now that I was able to spend some time talking to him. I’ve finally gotten to know him much better. It was so weird and so fast. Because I pictured him as someone who is a fighter. A fighter of what he believes in, his ideologies, his statements but seldom his acts. Anyway, yeah so he is a fighter. But I’ve never seen him in love.
Last Friday was like the first time I actually saw someone fall.
And it was surprising to see Blake in that situation. All giddy and then depressed the next moment. It was quite a sight when he walked into our house to see the one that would cause him sleepless nights. He was captured by her beauty and now I’m trying to make ends meet. I want them to get together.
But as the story progresses I realize that I don’t really have that much will to match them. I mean, I’m so bored with life and so busy with matters of consequence. that I just think that maybe I should just go on my own. Talk to them if necessary but avoid being too involved in the situation. After all, it’s their life, they have to live it and do what they have to do.
Anyway talking to Blake made me miss the old days. I also miss those days when I was more active and more driven. Today I’m just frustrated with no outlet and no resources to fuel my anger.
Sometimes I just question myself, ‘Why am I angry anyway?’
