weird

Weird things happen in life. People do weird things. Say weird stuff. Act in a weird way. Weirdest of them all is finding out someone who you thought was not weird at all turned out to be one of the weirdest persons you’d ever meet.

All I wanted was the short time of having a decent conversation one fine evening. Starting out with her name seemed like a bright idea. I called on her, and she expectedly replied with a bland “Why?”

“Why not?” I said in humor.

“You’re a weirdo,” she darted back, catching me quite off-guard.

That wasn’t in my list of ‘expected’ replies, nor had it the resemblance or chance of getting back in track of my ‘ideal’ conversation. I wanted it to start off like 'Hey, how’re you doing?' or 'What’s happening?' Instead, she called me a weirdo.

Another brilliant idea came flashing through my mind as I was still wondering why the hell someone would kick off a chat by calling the other a weirdo. Maybe she didn’t want to speak with me in the first place. Maybe if I tried to invite her for lunch or something, she’d get her senses back and converse with me in the right frame of mind.

“I just want to feed you,” I said half-jokingly, as jokes were supposed to be half-meant, and not caring if she got this or not.

“I’m full,” she answered back, nearly testing my patience.

“You idiot!” I thought of answering back. I really didn’t know what is wrong with this person.

“Of course not today,” I said. “Maybe some other day.”

“What?”

What ‘what’?! This talk was going nowhere and I decided to drop it after that. And I thought she was really someone. She was someone alright. Another player in this weird weird world of ours.

I didn’t know who had the bigger problem. Was it she, the one succeeded in ruining my perfectly sound vision of her? Or was it I, the one who did not pour her right cup of tea, chugged it straight up for what the hell, and ended up burning his tongue and half of his mind, draining it of its all-too-good memories of her for the most part?I contemplated on what just happened later that night. Did I really turn out to be the weird one? Or does she need to take lessons in ‘Having a Conversation’?

People, not just things, are really not what they seem to be. Never. Don’t waste time dreaming someone will really be someone exactly as you thought of. Spare yourself the future disillusionment and that dreaded feeling of regret.

It’s a weird world and we all play a weird character in his or her own way. In this world we meet and greet other characters, a few of which become close to us because we share the same taste of weirdness. We just have to play our roles well.