And my feet got tired, naturally. I walked all day. Talked all day. Laughed-- well, a bit.
I have met my friend from online today, her name is Alexis. She's sweet, kind and cute. You can see sincerity coming out of her eyes. It's my first time to meet someone really different from me. I thought she'd be one of the friends that I'd have that would slowly fade away into oblivion... someone who'd chat with me for a few days and vanish on the face of the Earth. Or else, come online on MSN and ignore me completely. Some friends.
But then, this girl stuck with me. She said she wanted to be my friend and hoped that we could be good friends. Wow. Friends. With me. I thought that sounded a bit complicated, but oh well.
We got along comfortably enough, we walked and told stories, giggled, observed people, walked and mainly talked. With fits of giggles. Oh, because we're girls, get over it.
But there's other than that.
I had an observation; I listened while she talked, but the other part of my brain calculated some things.
People. Again. I stared at them.
They stared back. I wonder what they thought about me, and they've probably wondered what I thought about them, too.
I saw too many of them in one day, my right eye felt blurry.
There're people who pick on their noses when they think no one's looking.
There're people who get a wad of thick crispy bills off of their wallet and wave them to the sales girl.
There're people who stare at you and won't break the eye contact unless you break away.
There're people who whisper behind your back and they think you can't hear them. Well, they say, "Look at that girl, so tall."
There're people who lick messily on their ice creams.
There're people who think that they're the prettiest in the world, and flaunt off their mosquito-bitten legs. I had a laugh at that.
There're people who talk with their mouths full. They're splashing food everywhere. Ew.
The list goes on.
But I'd never, ever thought they'd be that weird, or different. Well geez, I know we're all different in beliefs, food choices, other choices-- but I don't know why I'm suddenly dumbstruck at how people-- people are so different. Different in a sense some don't get on well together. Some don't understand what she/he thought.
So maybe that's why there're friends and bestfriends. Enemies and foes.
Friends who say, how are you? And let the conversation die.
Friends whom you get along with and then pretend you didn't exist at all.
But there're friends who stick with you forever and never let you down.
And there're friends who give you chocolates the first time you met, too. (Thanks Alexis.)
And there're friends who still believe in you even after they've seen the best and crap out of you.
Thank God for friends; and I felt really cliche and foolish saying that. But then all is true.
I hope I have many more to cherish and love.
But to those I have, thanks for sticking up with my crap-talk and my being slight-emo all the time. There're good bits in me, honest. You just have to, err, dig it.
