Intersection 3

When unemployment and the real essence of time meet...

I spent the night at my best friend's house. We arrived at her home at around 7:45 pm. I waited for her in front of a bookstore because she was coming from her work place. I felt awkward waiting for her, not because of the idea of waiting itself, but because I was surrounded by (again) an unfamiliar familiar crowd. People were walking past me, busily pacing to go home. Groups of students were sharing stories, some were laughing at their inside jokes. The different movements around me seemed overwhelmingly interesting. Though people's footsteps were fast, they were too slow compared to the ones I am used to seeing for five months. I also have not seen anyone talking over his/her cellphone. It was like viewing my home city in a different perspective. And I felt amazed how appreciative my current view about this place has become.

Back to my take on the real essence of time...

As soon as I and my best friend met, our stories flowed like drops from an open faucet. We no longer had to say "Hello" or "How are you?". We no longer needed to hug each other tightly to express how happy we were or how much we missed each other's presence. Our minds just melded into the type of conversation we have always had - refreshing and reflective. We had to wait for around 40 minutes to ride a jeepney to her place. For her, it was the first time in a long time she waited for so long to ride a jeepney. For me, 40 minutes was a usual waiting time in terms of transportation. Back in Manila, 40 minutes may even be the average amount of time you wait for a ride - that's if it's not raining or it has not rained. But there are also times when I was very lucky. Like having a jeepney come to you the moment you cross a pedestrian lane. :)

She cooked pasta for dinner. And even if it was another round of waiting, I was surprised by how the seconds went very slowly. We finished dinner at around 9 pm and we continued to share random stories until around past 12 am. We even laughed about some memories of our high school days. My eyes were feeling heavy at around 10 pm, but we were both ecstatic to share our experiences. I am very grateful for the long conversation - even if it was not defined by chronological sense.

At 5:30 a,m., her alarm woke us up. Just like how we conversed, we began telling stories again - with our backs against our beds and blankets all over our faces. The cool morning made our voices sound a little husky,yet we still heartily laughed and talked. Our unusual radars of friendship worked again.

Though we had to go to town early because she had work, I feel very happy about spending time with one of the persons I missed and haven't seen in two months. The span of time may be silly for other people to miss someone so bad, but the conversation we had was something I needed to reassure me of what I needed - of what I lacked before. We still have no concrete plans of when we'll meet again, but I know it will be easier now. She can tell me anything. anytime and I can tell her anything at any time too. This I guess is how time and real friendship works.

I hope you also have a wonderful conversation with that someone you have not seen in a while - maybe even that someone you heartachingly miss.

Until the next ticks and tocks,

Myra

(Credit to deviantart,com for the photo)