Only one type of person can be both rude and funny at the same time and in one quick moment. A Kid. Capital K. And I met up with one this evening. Sunday night, of all nights. My favorite night of the week.
My usual Sunday routine would be either to watch a movie if there's anything good, or just walk around the metro, taking in the Sunday evening silence of Makati CBD. This evening tho, I felt like having company so I asked this one person I've been talking with online if he wanted to watch a movie with me. He said sure, and after deciding on how we would go about meeting each other, it was set.
So anyway, we met up around thirty minutes before the screening time of the movie. When we did get to meet, I was mildly suprised since there was this Kid standing in front of me. I mean ok, he was 18 but the aura I was getting from him was that of a... 10 year old. It was very uncomfortable to say the least.
Only a split second with him and it was enough to say this Kid doesn't like me at all. Despite that, I still tried to make small talk while going up to the cinemas. He would answer with a nod or a shake of his head with any question I asked, even if it's not a yes-no question. I was getting irritated, but it was Sunday! I don't want to ruin my Sunday evening.
So we got to the ticket booth and lined up. I bought my ticket and when it was his turn, he hesitated awkwardly and he pulled away from the line. He told me he wanted to buy food first. So fine, we went to Wendy's and lined up. By that time I'd given up talking with him so we were silent as heck. He asked me if I was getting something, and I answered no. Then he was stammerring, saying he needed change for his money or something like that. I thought that was ridiculous since I'm sure whatever sort of money he had, the cashier would have change. We were in Glorietta for fuck's sake. But I was nice so I let it slide and instead of stepping on his foot and poking his eyes, I offered to pay for the tickets and told him he could just pay me afterwards, but he shook his head no.
This time I could feel -- and it was obvious -- something was off. After a few seconds of staring at him, I could almost hear the gears on his brain trying to churn up an excuse to walk away. Being the gentleman I was brought up to be, I offered help. "Listen..." I began to say, phrasing a sentence to make it sound like getting rid of me was not such a bad thing. But he cut me off. He said he's just going to see a friend at U and ask if he could get change from him, and he asked me to remain where I was and wait. Before I even got the chance to respond, he was running, literally running off to the entrance at U. The only thing I managed to do was raise an eyebrow and chuckle. What the hell? Apparently, he already thought getting rid of me was indeed not such a bad thing.
Well I didn't bother waiting. I walked to the cinema thinking, how rude. But then I remembered he's a kid. My brain was telling me the situation was supposed to be funny, and that's what kids do anyway so I had to be more patient and more open minded with the situation.
Is that right? Do I have to put up with it just because? I was just suddenly tired and weary. I was thinking throughout the movie, if most kids are just like the one I met... then oh my god. This world's got a lot of learning to catch up on. Most of all, this world needs a personality. Specially the Kids.
Sigh.
On the other hand, I think it's my hair. I knew I should have had my hair done. Tsk. Hehe... :)
