It is 12.41 AM as I begin to write this. I feel awake. Sleep continues to be elusive. Well, not 'continues'; I did manage to sleep fairly well in the past few months. However, things have returned to status quo. Never mind my sleeping pattern; I feel like I am leading you to the wrong path starting of with my sleep issues. No. That is not what I wanted to scribble down about today.
In our daily life, we come across a lot of people. There are the overly cheery ones; the ones who look like they have just survived the end of the world; and there are people like me. Dreamy, avoiding the cracks on tiled floors, reveling in the crunch of dry leaves. These people either have their idiosyncrasies attributed to them naturally, or in certain cases, achieved through conscious acquisition. The latter raises my curiosity. What were the circumstances that dictated the course of their life, which in turn molded them into the person they are?
This morning, while riding the bus from campus, I came across a girl. She was probably around my age, but slightly shorter. She had high heels on. As the bus jerked into motion, she lost balance and stumbled backwards. In doing so, she planted her heels on my right foot for a good second and half. I tried not to show any discomfort. After regaining balance, she turned around and gave me a look. I returned her look with a smile, half-expecting an apology for stomping on my foot. I always thought smiling at a person you had never met before to be a polite thing to do. Turns out it wasn't. Now, I don't know what the reason was behind that look. It was as though she was accusing me for the chain of events that took place in that short period. She then turned away, mumbled something to her friend, who now turned to give me the same look. Soon, they broke into giggles. I just met the fourth kind of people.
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This morning, while riding the bus from campus, I came across a girl. She was probably around my age, but slightly shorter. She had high heels on. As the bus jerked into motion, she lost balance and stumbled backwards. In doing so, she planted her heels on my right foot for a good second and half. I tried not to show any discomfort. After regaining balance, she turned around and gave me a look. I returned her look with a smile, half-expecting an apology for stomping on my foot. I always thought smiling at a person you had never met before to be a polite thing to do. Turns out it wasn't. Now, I don't know what the reason was behind that look. It was as though she was accusing me for the chain of events that took place in that short period. She then turned away, mumbled something to her friend, who now turned to give me the same look. Soon, they broke into giggles. I just met the fourth kind of people.