Collected Musings
Aprils seems to be the longest month so far, maybe it feels like because it is also the busiest month so far in both work and life part. Work started to pile up and personal affiliations and matters also started to become in reach, plans here and arrangements there — we as a nation with its inhabitant has been so thirsty of human connection and life experience outside the box — literally! Outside our home, our so long confinement. Into the world.
Stills from the April affairs:
The hustle and bustle continue all the way to May, where the wedding bells are ringing, election of new government officials, family reunions and gatherings are around the corner. I think this was also the peak of MBTI conversations among the believer and non believer.
What kind of friend are you?
I had this question the whole time during my travel on the other side of the country from where I live.
I spent quite a generous amount of time with people I have never been on a travel with, ironically the first travel I had (excluding family trips) after the long and gruesome period of pandemic, I spent it with them — a group of people whom spent a lot of time together before and had a bunch of understanding with each others’ type of personality.
I know myself quite well and can predict how I might feel during the trip, so for a second I actually thought of backing out. I was personally invited to a friends wedding (who we are common friends with worked on the same company where I was the only one remained out of the 4 of us), who happen to be living in another part of our country wherein the only form of transportation to get there from where I will come from is by airplane.
I have the hunch already of what kind of days we’ll have together and ask myself if I can deal with that, will I enjoy? I thought of it long and hard, and considering the money I paid for the plane ticket and a few clothes I bought for the trip and of course the most important thing is to be able to attend my friends wedding — I decided to go.
It’s not as bad as I expected it to be — I actually felt guilty expecting the worst with that trip and in return got the best I could ever ask for in that kind of place, setting and people.
We had a couple of conversation wherein to be honest I was holding back a lot for I kept on thinking is this right? Am I oversharing or being too honest? I was adamant for a couple of times but later on decided to just live at that moment, wash away the worries that’s been building up in my mind and be thankful for the opportunity to spend time with them and just laugh, talk, have a coffee, drink and dance together.
I checked the notes on my phone while writing this and saw what I wrote before I slept during the first night.
What kind of friend am I?
Not friendly.
Once I became your friend you wont have a reason to hate or reject me.
Fiercely loyal.
Listener.
I think a lot, sometimes my mind is full of thoughts I can’t compose or can’t come up with right words to express them.
I do love unconditionally.
During that time with them before I went to sleep I am thinking what kind of friend am I — an afterthought of our topic of conversation, a deep and honest one. Who would have thought, me before the trip? Nope. Me after that trip? Absolutely!
PS: Congratulations and best wishes to our friend who got married and thank you for bringing us together. It was a travel filled with memories to be cherished for a long time.
