Post by Egao, Egao Everywhere on Sept 10, 2013 3:19:33 GMT -8
Tuesdays are my coding class days straight from 9am to 5pm. Though it's not as heavy as it sounds, it still burns a lot of your energy, especially interest particularly since I plan on shifting and, hopefully, transferring to a completely different course. It rained heavily right at 5pm. It was a good day to wear a hoodie, a bad day to forget an umbrella. I was supposed to meet with my mom and my sister at the mall back in our city to get our eyes checked. I pretty much charged through the rain but had gotten stranded for a while in another mall because I got a bit lost C8 my cellphone battery died and when I got to Vision Express, I was told they left ten minutes ago. I was familiar with the mall area but it had been a long time since I had been there. I took a familiar exit just to be safe (instead of taking the same door I entered from; dumb me) and while I was walking, I overheard a mother berating her son. They were walking pretty slow so I caught up with them. The mother then offered to join under the shelter of her umbrella and I eagerly but jokingly agreed as I was already quite soaked from the rain.
I'm not a very sociable person alone but I felt at ease and was quite cheerful with my "predicament." I asked about her son who was with us, walking ahead, and she started talking conversationally about having to support two college children, his eldest having stopped studying a few years ago only to get back to it recently. The son that was with us apparently was delayed for a year too. I gave my encouragement, in a way, that I too had been delayed, and I meant to do it to make myself humble because there was something that clearly set apart us strangers.
Our social class.
It was something the mother was clear to note and spell out, saying how her sons studied in some college just nearby and assumed straight-out in a mapagkumbaba or humble fashion that I was from a faraway, high-standard one. She hit the spot on that - so all the more reason why it was relevant of me to make a meek admission that opportunity does not equate to academic success.
We didn't really get to delve on that at all. It was a short walk before we had to part and we didn't even get to exchange names; maybe we didn't even get to talk too much at all to be comfortable about it. I wished we could have talked more because I really enjoyed it, and I thought that maybe I could have imparted some wisdom to his son who I offered a smile twice but remained unresponsive and distant. I felt like I knew what he was going through, and there was some regret in me that I had openly asked about him when he could clearly hear me. I knew that feeling.
Had the situation been a roleplaying plot, I bet the things I wanted to say and would love to learn more about would have been explored. Such a walk would have been extended to unrealistic minutes. It was nice though; it motivated me and gave me hope to do better next time such an opportunity come.
I had a great day because of some stranger I spoke with for only a few minutes. How about you guys? Do you guys have any interesting stories with strangers?
I'm not a very sociable person alone but I felt at ease and was quite cheerful with my "predicament." I asked about her son who was with us, walking ahead, and she started talking conversationally about having to support two college children, his eldest having stopped studying a few years ago only to get back to it recently. The son that was with us apparently was delayed for a year too. I gave my encouragement, in a way, that I too had been delayed, and I meant to do it to make myself humble because there was something that clearly set apart us strangers.
Our social class.
It was something the mother was clear to note and spell out, saying how her sons studied in some college just nearby and assumed straight-out in a mapagkumbaba or humble fashion that I was from a faraway, high-standard one. She hit the spot on that - so all the more reason why it was relevant of me to make a meek admission that opportunity does not equate to academic success.
We didn't really get to delve on that at all. It was a short walk before we had to part and we didn't even get to exchange names; maybe we didn't even get to talk too much at all to be comfortable about it. I wished we could have talked more because I really enjoyed it, and I thought that maybe I could have imparted some wisdom to his son who I offered a smile twice but remained unresponsive and distant. I felt like I knew what he was going through, and there was some regret in me that I had openly asked about him when he could clearly hear me. I knew that feeling.
Had the situation been a roleplaying plot, I bet the things I wanted to say and would love to learn more about would have been explored. Such a walk would have been extended to unrealistic minutes. It was nice though; it motivated me and gave me hope to do better next time such an opportunity come.
I had a great day because of some stranger I spoke with for only a few minutes. How about you guys? Do you guys have any interesting stories with strangers?