Excuse me...
Excuse me sir,
madam, colleague, acquaintance, and best-friend. I tend to get lost a lot so
bear with me. It’s a habit, a horrendous one that is, and there are stages to
it.
First, we’re
introduced. We have the same shallow first conversation as others do when they
first meet someone new. It’s a tiring conversation, nerve-wrecking and
exhausting; we’re still testing the waters. I can’t decide if you’re blessed when
you’re categorized as a member in my comfort zone or simply…… cursed.
Second, we meet
more often, coincidently, and according to the person: fortunately, or
otherwise. I warm up to you like a child seeking warmth in the most dire and
cruel winter nights. A friendship starts to bloom, can you see it blossom? It
might grow in to the crimson red of the Geum spec, often letting the
warning bells go off. This might be a toxic friendship, yet too early to
decide.
Third, I get used
to your presence around. It becomes a habit, that subconsciously something
doesn’t feel right if I go a couple of days without a glimpse of you.
Fourth,
congratulations -or not- you’re now officially somebody who’ll have to bear
with me so:
Excuse me sir,
madam, colleague, acquaintance, and best friend. I tend to get lost a lot so bear
with me. It’s a habit, a horrendous one that is, and here’s how distressingly
terrible it is.
Since I’m past
warming up to you, with all formalities aside and all that jazz, it’s time to
have conversations which are the complete contrary to the ones we previously
had. These are much more meaningful and utterly deeper and soul exposing. I can
go on and on with a rant that if rants were a race I’d earn the gold medal. It’s
infuriating really, but I do it anyway. Out of habit, remember?
See, my problem
is, my thoughts drown the sound of my voice that I don’t comprehend what my
tongue blabbers until it’s too late. It’s difficult to maintain a conversation
with me, for it is either we both reach a confusion stage, or you get bored. So,
in advance:
Excuse me sir,
madam, colleague, acquaintance, and best friend. I tend to get lost a lot so
bear with me. It’s a habit, a horrendous one that is, but I promise you, it’s
completely unintentional.
I don’t mean to mystify
or further entangle the tied-up web I’m trying to retell, it just happens. One
story leads to the other, and the main story, in my book, just can’t do without
those tiny details stuck in every nook and cranny. Each detail holds behind a
tale for a different day to tell. It might seem simple or better yet, absurd to
you. To me, these are what define me. They are what made me who I am today.
You’ll be swerved
left and right with my scattered balderdash, but it’s not juvenile prattle I
promise! I mean to include you in what I’ve lived, in a stupendous way of
course. I long for you to relive the situation with me.
This is a thank
you and an apology really, from greater gratitude and even deeper
embarrassment. So:
Thank you, sir,
madam, colleague, acquaintance, and best friend, for bearing with my tendency
to stray way from most conversations. It’s a habit, a horrendous one that is,
and you’re prodigious for excusing me.