On The Rebound

Seems that everything in and around me are on the rebound. That’s also the answer I gave Nicole when she was asking me to try having a relationship with her. A bit about her, she’s my college mate and never met her again for a while until, like, a month ago. Bright, polite, nice, sexy, easy going, open minded, and et cetera et cetera; everything in her all man would dream of I believe. I still remember the first time I met her on the college hall she was wearing army fatigues and was busy chewing a gum, a tipical sleazy girl. But I was wrong. We’ve been friends ever since.

Then a few weeks ago I almost didn’t recognize her if only she didn’t scream my name out. Wearing a nice white blouse while holding some fancy folders, she was like “Where have you been?” and I replied “Out of my life?” and there we were, laughing and singing Lenny Kravitz’s song again like we used to.

So anyway, we had dinner a week afterwards, gossiping around and keeping ourselves updated. Even though it was valentine’s night and she said that it felt like a date, I’m literally kind of afraid to consider it as one. Many things happened lately and I don’t think I’m not ready for that. Fortunately she also thought that it’s not an easy thing to do since we’ve been good friends for long. And as always, she thought that I had been back to my hometown while I thought she went back to hers as well, but after such a lucky search she buzzed me on Myspace. Smart gal!

Other things on the rebound: I got promoted, signed all paperworks and stuff. My plan on the small business that I’ve talked with some of you guys will start running in the end of March or early April. Mom got much better, she now doesn’t need any help for bathroom thingie. We also went out for lunch almost everyday and she hardly needs her wheelchair. Oh another thing, I got a very soft ‘loan’ from my brother, fifteen hundreds! But he’s so nice he said I don’t have to return it since he also got so much ‘loan’ from me. He’s unbelievably growing up, I guess. Most things are turned out good now. Thanks God.

Between Confession and Crazy

A friend of mine shared his secret deed that he cheated on his wife, and now realized that he had done a big mistake. Feeling uninterested, I sarcastically told him to look for a priest so he can make a confession that might relieve his burden.

Long story short, There I was stepping into a church (building) -after God knows how long it’s been- just to accompany him making a confession sacrament in his church. I went to a catholic high school and whenever we had a service, it always gave me such calm feeling. So being there actually gave me the sort of same feeling.

What happened next was really catching me unguard. After my friend’s done with his confession, a priest who stood behind me asked me to go ahead and take my turn. What was he thinking? That everyone in a catholic church must be a Roman Catholic?

So I sat down, then took a deep breath-not knowing what to say since I had never done it before. He started talking but the only words of his that I caught was his last ones ”I’m listening, Son.”

I tried to open my mouth and finally said ”I think I’m crazy, Father.” I knew he stared at me soon I said that even though I couldn’t look at his face. Now I feel not only crazy but more like a mentally disturbed by saying that. Then he responded ”Son, people who think that they’re crazy are not crazy. Besides, being crazy is not a sin.” I could notice that he smiled while saying that.

Awed by his remark, I then told him ”I guess you’re right.”

”Anything else, Son?” He politely asked me.

”That made me thinking” I said ”If it happened that people who don’t think they’re crazy were actually crazy and the crazy ones were not really crazy, who would be crazier then, you or me?”

Now I felt that he looked at me again. Then he shortly said ”Go home, Son.”