Sunday, 12 June 2016

This New Person

I've gone to this place for some times but no more than 5. I went there for the very first time with my dearest event-goer pal, Donna. She was the one who introduced me to this comfy place.
I was instantly in love with that place from the very first time I stepped in. Though it doesn't really feel like home, but I enjoy the ambience. I tend to spend more than 3 hours sitting, thinking, working, talking, typing, and creating memories there. In conclusion, this place is very engaging and I always end up to have a nice memory once I hang around here.

Besides Donna, I've been there with
1. one of my old friends,
2. my Om used-to-be,
3. myself

...and the latest one with this stranger.

He is not that super interesting.
He is not that good looking.
He is not that cool.
He is a bit clumsy, I supposed.

This very ordinary person is able to touch that sentimental part of me. Since I have been not in my best state of being human recently, I try my best to avoid human superficial interaction. I am mentally tired and I need some 'me time' to recharge and regaining my esteem. At the same time, I have to finish a project task that I've procrastinated for a week. I am really messed up. Nevertheless, deep down inside I wish there will be someone besides me, accompany me, be together in that awkward silent with me, and distract myself from my own thought for a while. Yeah, the paradox of being introvertly extrovert person.

I never know this moment will ever happen in my life, a considerate stranger comes to visit me in a familiar coffee shop. It began with a casual daily text, he asked about my plan today and place I was going to go. I told him everything I planned for today and never expect he might drop me a visit.

I find this event is amusing. I feel like I was in one of those K-drama scenes minus that typical cute and bright colored background. I was in front of my laptop, trying my best to finish what-I-have-to-do-though-I-know-it-wont-be-finished-soon when he entered the cafe and walked in. As soon as he came in, I knew it was him. In contrast, he was shocked I identified him easily.

I feel happy and surprised,
glad yet unprepared,
grateful but also panicked.
I was so mixed up.
I believe I was blush heavily in stupid unsophisticated manner.

This is my first experience to meet such a spontaneous guy who kindly insists to meet me in the middle of my 'me time'. I was giving you that I-am-going-to-be-so-busy impression but you tried your luck. I was pleased you came, anyway.

Seeing what you've done makes me start to think what if we spend some more time together. In spite of the fact, you made some non-verbal cues which show you were uncomfortable, I enjoy our conversation. It is more natural and flows smoother if I compare to those moments we talk over the phone.

So, what is your opinion, thoughtful-unique-stranger-who-happens-to-love-hiking-recently?