misunderstandings

How many of you have misunderstandings before? Do you know it is a misunderstanding? Or do you still keep it as a grudge?

Being misunderstood is a painful thing, and being the third party watching from outside is even more difficult. It is alright if the actions you caused led to someone disliking or hating you. But have you ever wondered that maybe your action has no relevant to the person who holds in personally against you.

I always have a story to say because my friendships revolve around trust. And I still can't believe people will always think I spill secrets because I love gossiping. You are so wrong, my friend. Even if I know it is a misunderstanding, I choose to keep quiet about this because a promise is a promise.

Let me tell you a story. Many years ago, I have these two friends who are good with each other. They chitchat like good friends, discuss about homework and even laugh at each other's idiosyncrasy. Being a good friend to both of them, I choose to stand and observe how the relationship grows. Nothing more than friends, but nothing less than love. Haha.... Is this what people call "ai mei"? I wonder. It might have been.

Till one day, there is accident that happen to my close friend. She is basically assaulted by a guy who holds a grudge against her father. As a result, the discipline teacher was called in to solve the problem. I have always known about this. But one thing has changed. The friendship built. The other misunderstands that she is complaining to the discipline teacher about his misdemeanor. I knew they have been talking less and he starts mocking her in a naughty way, but I did not interfere because I know I don't to be seen as bias and help my friend. Besides, I promised not to say anything.

But little did I know that there is a misunderstanding after so long. Finally, the missing dots can be connected. Aha... But it is already too late. Years have passed. Anger feelings have turned numb. The strangest thing is there is actually ai mei going on. Haha.... The more I think about it, the more "ke si" (wasted) I feel. Hmmm.... You can put it as two friends who are not meant to get along with each other. Fortunately, I believe both of them have already moved on with their lives. Being an intermediator, not yet, I only can hope one day, they can chat happily like the old days.

You know, getting at the age of almost starting working, I begin to cherish the happy talks I can occasionally have. It is a treasure and as you grow up, the conversation becomes less genuine and fake. Everyone speaks to make the other happy. Where is the fun of it? I can't sense sincerity but nonetheless, if I have already given my sincerity and honesty, at least I have passed myself for being able to sleep soundly at night =)

PS: One of the him in the story is my reader. I promised not to say anything then but I am allowed to say it now. Haha.... Blogger holding a secret he feels should be let out long time ago. ^^