So I was hanging out with a friend a few days ago whom I had gone to high school with but wasn’t that close with until just last year. It was our first time hanging out outside of school and I was a bit nervous to be honest. We usually just texted, and hanging out at school just meant walking from classes and bussing home at times. We hadn’t really done anything “fun” together and spent that much time together. I still remember our first conversation. We were somehow in this group conversation with a mutual friend and…we began talking about butts when my other friend was “brb-ing”. It was an instant connection you could say. I mean…who talks about butts in their first conversation with someone they pretty much are strangers with?! Us.
It was fun hanging out with her. We had ramen for dinner and then we went to watch the sunset. I love sunsets but I can’t really place my finger on why exactly. It’s so…calming and beautiful. It’s one of those “Ok, everything is going to be fine” kind of scenes. And watching the birds gather on the beach, it made her laugh as I told her how I wanted to be a bird. I wanted to fly like they did. To be able to just glide on the winds and fly high above the city, above the crazy life down here. As the sun went down and the sky darkened, the clouds moved in, following the sun. I guess even clouds like to follow bright shining things! As the sky became pitch black, we went to play with sparklers. It was surprisingly exhausting but also extremely exhilarating. Writing words, drawing pictures, we ended up playing with them for 3 hours. When we took a break halfway, we somehow we began talking about preschool. Turns out she went to a Montessori too! It never crossed my mind that it would be the same one since I knew there were more than one in Vancouver…but looking at her class photos, I saw myself. It was weird… a funny weird. To have known her in preschool and then meet again. And to not even have had talked to her, being in the same high school for 5 years, until we had an accounting project that we did together in the last term of our last year!
Surprise, surprise. Life seems to really like to throw these curveballs at us when we least expect it. Who knows when we’ll meet someone of our past that we can or cannot remember? It’d make life so much easier to be liked by everyone but we all know that it’s almost impossible. There will be people who don’t like us for one reason or another. I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the past that could have hurt people, so I deserve the dislike, and I can only hope that they can see the good side of me now. We all have our goods and bads, our times of success and mistakes. I just wish that there can be a chance for me to patch things up with those who don’t like me because of a misunderstanding, since it’s the worst way to leave things with both parties unsure of what actually happened. The world is too big to picture but too small to hide from.