"Weeks went by. A slight spark of hope shined during a fun evening with his best friend. That big smile that followed him until the end of that night was enchanting. He couldn't stop thinking "She said yes to my happy hour invite". They were going to have fun, talk, laugh, finally have some private time. That would be the start of something new. Sadly, nothing that his good-side mind imagined happened, starting with the revocation of that appointment. She was different. Her mind was different. Her feelings were different. The love was replaced with a cute sentiment of affection, nothing more...In other words, the friendzone like-thing was achieved.
-Better make a joke out of it than cry, right? - He said to himself everytime he thought of his situation. That cruel situation created by his expectation.
But the effect only worked for a few hours. Deep down he knew that it was an "almost there" event. Come on, we all know that this thing only happens in movies and in TV only to take on the nerves of the TV viewers. But in real life? ARGH, that was frustating, to know that you could have accomplished something if you had done this and that...
On the outside, he wanted to look like he was fine and comprehensive. And that, my friend, was the message that he was trying to pass to his inside. He no longer wanted to love her. He didn't want to think about her as his future princess anymore. He wanted to stop deluding himself. Surely, he trasmitted that message indirectly to his friends, to get support and convince himself. Time would do it's job precisely well.
Time...it can do anything...and everything. Maybe it could turn this table again.
- COME ON, these are not a real man's actions! If you don't do nothing, what do you expect to get? That date thing was just a little punch, you can get up, champ.- Said that little bastard part of his mind directly connected to his heart.
- OKAY OKAY, ALL RIGHT! - He said to himself, trying to clear his mind.
The thing is that he was confused. He wanted and didn't want her. He didn't feel like talking to his friends about it anymore...it was getting pathetic. He realised that he needed to do things alone, at least for a little time. And time is all he need now, to organize his ideas and decide what to do."
domingo, 24 de maio de 2015
domingo, 17 de maio de 2015
The Bottle, The Cake & The Mother
As promised, today I will tell you guys a little story that happened last year and made me feel sooooo bad and ashamed, but until today makes me and my friends have a good laugh.
All you need to know is that all the people involved have always been and will continue to be friends. The names were changed for no good or convincing reason.With that being said...
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It was a prosperous weekend. I was going to spend it in my friend's house, Luiz Tavares. I've known him since pre-school and, at the time, we had never met outside the school to do something fun, just the two of us.
I was excited, finally we would have the chance to really talk to each other and have fun. But also, I was a little scared. I have told you guys that I was really really shy on my childhood and I still have remnants of this annoying thing. I wasn't sure how I should act before his family, but I tried to relax.
I got to his train station and he went to pick me up. I thought he was going by car, but he was by foot, with flip-flops, really "Sundaylistic". Because of this, we had the chance to talk a lot and plan some of the things we would do that weekend. He told me that I was the first friend who was going to spend a night at his house and, because of this, his mother would make a special dinner. I was surprised and confessed that I was a little bit tense, but he told me to chill out. We started to talk a lot of fun stuff and I was able to relax.
After 20 minutes, we got to his house. I greeted his sister and his mother, who was at the kitchen finishing cooking. She makes custom cakes for order and a lot of other things and I figured out that she had just finished one. I'm not a big fan of cake, but she always make me eager to eat cake. Seriously, she is one of the best cooks I've ever met.
Me and Tavares went to his room and started to play videogames and to talk. We even started to record ourselves playing. That particular day was pretty hot and his room was getting really stifling. Because of that, we were walking up-and-down the house every ten minutes to drink water. Until the point that one of us suggested that we should take a walk. We had a great time, talking about everything and going to videogame stores nearby.I even bought him a Monopoly game. I was really excited to spend that time with my friend, until we realized that it was late and we had to go back to his house, for everyone was waiting for us to dinner.
And OMG, what a dinner! There were roast beef, marinara spaghetti, even a eggplant sauce-like-thing that was DELICIOUS (I don't like eggplant too much...so, yeah, she is a h*ll of a cook). But, since I was shy at the table, I didn't eat a lot...aaargh, why?????
Anyway, after the dinner, Tavares and I went to his room while his parents were preparing to sleep. We weren't sure what to do next, we planned to play games, watch anime or play Monopoly.
While discussing that, we went to the kitchen to get some water or juice. He told me that I could make myself at home, so I opened the fridge to get some juice and I confirmed my early thought about the cake. There was a beautiful, white and green cake laying there, just waiting for the next day to be degusted. At the shelf above it, there was a bottle of juice, from wich I served myself.
Let's just remind that it was late, 11:30 pm I think. At that point, the fatigue was starting to do it's work on my organism.
When I was going to put the bottle away, I completely forgot about the shelf above the cake. All I noticed was a gap between the cake and the fridge's wall. In my mind, the physics would work properly, with a perfect incision of the bottle at the side of the cake, making OCD sufferers really satisfied. As soon as I started to squeeze the bottle in that gap, I realized that I should study a lot more mathematics and physics. I felt the creamy nature of the cake manifesting itself on the bottle, while it was making a big scar on the poor dessert.
Immediately I pulled the bottle out, mouth-opened and REALLY tense. I couldn't even talk, but I needed to warn Tavares. I nudged his shoulder and showed him the bottle, stained with the cake's blood.
- Did I do it??????
That's what he said. I told you that it was late, so don't judge our line of thinking. And he has already done similar things in the past, so there is no surprise that he could have done it again. And I gotta confess...for a slight second, a tiny little second I thought of saying "Yeah, bro...you did it". But that would be really wrong and I hadn't the strenght to say nothing, so I moved my head negatively, confessing the crime. Instinctively, he said "You are going to tell my mom dude!!!!" and I was like "WHAAAAT, OMG, THE SHAME"
But that was inevitable. I would never forgive myself if I didn't tell her about that disaster. The cake was ordered for the next day and it had to be perfect, for it was a birthday cake. My friend took me to his mom's bedroom door, where she was about to open to take a deserved rest.
-Mom, my friend has something to say.
-What? Tell me.
-So...like...let me tell you a story...(shows the bottle)
-..........................................................
That silence lasted about 4 seconds in the real life, a year in my head. Deep inside I wish I could run home at that moment. But my line of thought changed for punch myself for the rest of the weekend when his mother went downstairs to FIX the mess. Oh, did I tell you what time it was?
My friend started to make fun of me a looooot while and repeated "Nooooooo......noooooo....."
Next morning, I couldn't face his mother, I was too ashamed of my terrible actions.Happily, the cake was new as if nothing happened. But still....ugh. After that, I never spent the weekend again at Tavare's house. Everytime somehow the word "fridge" appears on the conversation, he and I make fun of how I gotta be careful around this thing.
I still always apologize his mom for the event. So...Tavare's mom, if you're reading this, I'm sorry...again, hehehe.
All you need to know is that all the people involved have always been and will continue to be friends. The names were changed for no good or convincing reason.With that being said...
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It was a prosperous weekend. I was going to spend it in my friend's house, Luiz Tavares. I've known him since pre-school and, at the time, we had never met outside the school to do something fun, just the two of us.
I was excited, finally we would have the chance to really talk to each other and have fun. But also, I was a little scared. I have told you guys that I was really really shy on my childhood and I still have remnants of this annoying thing. I wasn't sure how I should act before his family, but I tried to relax.
I got to his train station and he went to pick me up. I thought he was going by car, but he was by foot, with flip-flops, really "Sundaylistic". Because of this, we had the chance to talk a lot and plan some of the things we would do that weekend. He told me that I was the first friend who was going to spend a night at his house and, because of this, his mother would make a special dinner. I was surprised and confessed that I was a little bit tense, but he told me to chill out. We started to talk a lot of fun stuff and I was able to relax.
After 20 minutes, we got to his house. I greeted his sister and his mother, who was at the kitchen finishing cooking. She makes custom cakes for order and a lot of other things and I figured out that she had just finished one. I'm not a big fan of cake, but she always make me eager to eat cake. Seriously, she is one of the best cooks I've ever met.
Me and Tavares went to his room and started to play videogames and to talk. We even started to record ourselves playing. That particular day was pretty hot and his room was getting really stifling. Because of that, we were walking up-and-down the house every ten minutes to drink water. Until the point that one of us suggested that we should take a walk. We had a great time, talking about everything and going to videogame stores nearby.I even bought him a Monopoly game. I was really excited to spend that time with my friend, until we realized that it was late and we had to go back to his house, for everyone was waiting for us to dinner.
And OMG, what a dinner! There were roast beef, marinara spaghetti, even a eggplant sauce-like-thing that was DELICIOUS (I don't like eggplant too much...so, yeah, she is a h*ll of a cook). But, since I was shy at the table, I didn't eat a lot...aaargh, why?????
Anyway, after the dinner, Tavares and I went to his room while his parents were preparing to sleep. We weren't sure what to do next, we planned to play games, watch anime or play Monopoly.
While discussing that, we went to the kitchen to get some water or juice. He told me that I could make myself at home, so I opened the fridge to get some juice and I confirmed my early thought about the cake. There was a beautiful, white and green cake laying there, just waiting for the next day to be degusted. At the shelf above it, there was a bottle of juice, from wich I served myself.
Let's just remind that it was late, 11:30 pm I think. At that point, the fatigue was starting to do it's work on my organism.
When I was going to put the bottle away, I completely forgot about the shelf above the cake. All I noticed was a gap between the cake and the fridge's wall. In my mind, the physics would work properly, with a perfect incision of the bottle at the side of the cake, making OCD sufferers really satisfied. As soon as I started to squeeze the bottle in that gap, I realized that I should study a lot more mathematics and physics. I felt the creamy nature of the cake manifesting itself on the bottle, while it was making a big scar on the poor dessert.
Immediately I pulled the bottle out, mouth-opened and REALLY tense. I couldn't even talk, but I needed to warn Tavares. I nudged his shoulder and showed him the bottle, stained with the cake's blood.
- Did I do it??????
That's what he said. I told you that it was late, so don't judge our line of thinking. And he has already done similar things in the past, so there is no surprise that he could have done it again. And I gotta confess...for a slight second, a tiny little second I thought of saying "Yeah, bro...you did it". But that would be really wrong and I hadn't the strenght to say nothing, so I moved my head negatively, confessing the crime. Instinctively, he said "You are going to tell my mom dude!!!!" and I was like "WHAAAAT, OMG, THE SHAME"
But that was inevitable. I would never forgive myself if I didn't tell her about that disaster. The cake was ordered for the next day and it had to be perfect, for it was a birthday cake. My friend took me to his mom's bedroom door, where she was about to open to take a deserved rest.
-Mom, my friend has something to say.
-What? Tell me.
-So...like...let me tell you a story...(shows the bottle)
-..........................................................
That silence lasted about 4 seconds in the real life, a year in my head. Deep inside I wish I could run home at that moment. But my line of thought changed for punch myself for the rest of the weekend when his mother went downstairs to FIX the mess. Oh, did I tell you what time it was?
My friend started to make fun of me a looooot while and repeated "Nooooooo......noooooo....."
Next morning, I couldn't face his mother, I was too ashamed of my terrible actions.Happily, the cake was new as if nothing happened. But still....ugh. After that, I never spent the weekend again at Tavare's house. Everytime somehow the word "fridge" appears on the conversation, he and I make fun of how I gotta be careful around this thing.
I still always apologize his mom for the event. So...Tavare's mom, if you're reading this, I'm sorry...again, hehehe.
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