Saturday, November 23, 2013

A Passerby Worth Remember

I am a helper. I don't care who you are - a good stranger, an acquaintance, or nobody - I will help you because I am capable. I am easy going, although I am unapproachable.


I met a new acquaintance whom I did not speak to, though I'd not say a new friend. Because I knew once we departed, we will never meet again.

Sometimes when you help too much, you just don't know what you got yourself into. I told myself this is a test, a phase. I am an extremely patient woman. A very peaceful one.

Sorry to say, in my case, elementary school friends is a phase, high school friends is a phase, university friends is a phase. You have to be realistic. Because they are your entertainers, gossipers; they keep you happy just for the moment; when you need help, you are too embarrass to ask; or they simply pretend you are not there.

At times, you just don't know why you are there. What is your purpose when you neither entertainer nor a host. Merely shadow. When you are there, you are invisible; when you are not there, people keep asking around.

I call them, hypocrite. You do not serve my purpose; I do not serve yours. I am neither a friend nor an acquaintance.

Just a passerby.