So I'm going to be doing something totally different this week.The deal
was to write on anything not just poems and I'll be doing just that this
week.What the heck I'm gonna write on this whether or not it was in the
deal..
People that know me will say I'll practically give an arm and a leg to not talk about myself,I kid you not it's not an exaggeration.
I'm not the mushy type but I'm not exactly a recluse.Let's just say I'm somewhere halfway,riding the fence.
Before I go on and on about what I am and what I'm not let me just stick to my story.The story I'm just dying to share.Veeeeeeery unusual of me.So I've been having one of those weeks
That one week when it feels like everyone made a secret pact to just get on your nerves.The 'let's get Folake mad pact'.When everything that could go wrong does just that; go wrong.It's that week when you let out your inner bitch that picks on the slightest things that you would normally overlook and turns it into a shouting match.She's glad to get out even if it's for only one week. #kissestomyinnerbitch.So I'm having this really bad week and none of the private conversations with dear old me or notes to self could pull me out.I was in deep and nobody cared.Not even the people I had around all the time could be bothered with asking more than the perfunctory "are you ok''?and be satisfied with "sure I'm good"like I'm in that deep and you seriously think are you OK will have me spilling my guts?So wrong.So it's Friday;end of the week and all
I'm personally looking forward to it as I'm secretly praying that maybe the weekend with all the laziness it brings in will put me in a cheery mood.I just have to get through this lab session and one more class first.
I'm seating all by myself {trying not to let my bad mood rub off on anyone else, not like I really care but I can't let inner bitch be in control 100% or then I must really have a death wish} counting the minutes till the week is over and I don't have to deal with course mates asking what's wrong like they'll actually pull up a chair to listen to my sob story {not like I have one but I guess with sympathetic ears I could manage a few tears #winks}.Back to seating by myself and yet another concerned person asks if I'm ok.Standard response - stretch your lips a little in what can pass for a smile,nod and say yes.I figure I've managed to deflect another supposedly concerned member of the public until out of the blue I hear 'I want to be your Val' I turn around,look the dude in the face and burst into laughter. First real one in days and it felt really good I must say.This is someone that I've had exactly one conversation with.A conversation that happened over a year ago.I couldn't even remember his name much less his department and me not remembering says a lot.I look at him again and I can't help myself I'm laughing really hard again cos it just came out of the blue.Totally unexpected.Somehow he manages to draw me into a conversation and eventually out of the foul mood I've been in for close to two weeks.Guess waiting for the weekend to get rid of my foul mood is off the tables.Honestly,I was starting to get rather tired of myself.So here's to the almost stranger that went out of his way to pull me out of that sad blue place when no one else could be bothered to.I don't know anything about you other than your name but for this one deed you totally rock!!!
People that know me will say I'll practically give an arm and a leg to not talk about myself,I kid you not it's not an exaggeration.
I'm not the mushy type but I'm not exactly a recluse.Let's just say I'm somewhere halfway,riding the fence.
Before I go on and on about what I am and what I'm not let me just stick to my story.The story I'm just dying to share.Veeeeeeery unusual of me.So I've been having one of those weeks
That one week when it feels like everyone made a secret pact to just get on your nerves.The 'let's get Folake mad pact'.When everything that could go wrong does just that; go wrong.It's that week when you let out your inner bitch that picks on the slightest things that you would normally overlook and turns it into a shouting match.She's glad to get out even if it's for only one week. #kissestomyinnerbitch.So I'm having this really bad week and none of the private conversations with dear old me or notes to self could pull me out.I was in deep and nobody cared.Not even the people I had around all the time could be bothered with asking more than the perfunctory "are you ok''?and be satisfied with "sure I'm good"like I'm in that deep and you seriously think are you OK will have me spilling my guts?So wrong.So it's Friday;end of the week and all
I'm personally looking forward to it as I'm secretly praying that maybe the weekend with all the laziness it brings in will put me in a cheery mood.I just have to get through this lab session and one more class first.
I'm seating all by myself {trying not to let my bad mood rub off on anyone else, not like I really care but I can't let inner bitch be in control 100% or then I must really have a death wish} counting the minutes till the week is over and I don't have to deal with course mates asking what's wrong like they'll actually pull up a chair to listen to my sob story {not like I have one but I guess with sympathetic ears I could manage a few tears #winks}.Back to seating by myself and yet another concerned person asks if I'm ok.Standard response - stretch your lips a little in what can pass for a smile,nod and say yes.I figure I've managed to deflect another supposedly concerned member of the public until out of the blue I hear 'I want to be your Val' I turn around,look the dude in the face and burst into laughter. First real one in days and it felt really good I must say.This is someone that I've had exactly one conversation with.A conversation that happened over a year ago.I couldn't even remember his name much less his department and me not remembering says a lot.I look at him again and I can't help myself I'm laughing really hard again cos it just came out of the blue.Totally unexpected.Somehow he manages to draw me into a conversation and eventually out of the foul mood I've been in for close to two weeks.Guess waiting for the weekend to get rid of my foul mood is off the tables.Honestly,I was starting to get rather tired of myself.So here's to the almost stranger that went out of his way to pull me out of that sad blue place when no one else could be bothered to.I don't know anything about you other than your name but for this one deed you totally rock!!!
By: Folakemi Oyebola
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