Waiting
The other night the cold Novermber air got into me.
I got out from my class at 9pm and noticed they have started decorating for Christams. The twinkling lights made feel nostlagic. I walked to the University Ave to get a cab. I thought I could easily get one but I was wrong... Very few cabs were passing U.Ave that time and either they were already hired, or the cab drivers didn't see me waving... After around half an hour of waiting, I thought of just taking a jeepney to Philcoa then getting a Taxi from there. I could have done that and spared me another fifteen minutes of waiting, except that in my mind, it seemed that doing so means I'm settling for what's available...
The simple task of deciding whether to take a cab or a Jeepney then became a matter of holding on to my principles and/or not giving up my hopes. It sounds stupid now but that was how I felt Friday night.
I even started praying at some point, asking God to reassure me (that He will eventually grant me a single pink rose) by sending me a cab within five minutes...My wish wasn't granted. I began to cry. Pathetic I know. But it was like "God. I'm only wishing for you to send me a cab... Why can't you do that? Why can't you even give me hope? "
I stayed there, indulging in the drama , concentrating on what I think I should have but don't...I whined for a while but eventually stopped crying like an actress hearing the director shout the magic word "CUT."
I gathered myself together and walked towards the University, thinking that I have better chances of getting a cab if I waited near the school buildings.
True enough, more cabs passed by the admin building. But it was still difficult to get one ...After concentrating on not whining again, one cab took my attention in a very weird sort of way. It was your ordinary white cab but there was something in it I can't explain. It was hired and it just passed me by just like all the others, but I was sure...I was sure that it will come back for me. One look and I knew it was the cab who would take me home.
And it did.
I wonder if it's a sign of anything. I hope it is. Sometimes, I get overly optimistic that I equate the even the most mundane things to be a sign of something.
OH well, I could hope, couldn't I?
I got out from my class at 9pm and noticed they have started decorating for Christams. The twinkling lights made feel nostlagic. I walked to the University Ave to get a cab. I thought I could easily get one but I was wrong... Very few cabs were passing U.Ave that time and either they were already hired, or the cab drivers didn't see me waving... After around half an hour of waiting, I thought of just taking a jeepney to Philcoa then getting a Taxi from there. I could have done that and spared me another fifteen minutes of waiting, except that in my mind, it seemed that doing so means I'm settling for what's available...
The simple task of deciding whether to take a cab or a Jeepney then became a matter of holding on to my principles and/or not giving up my hopes. It sounds stupid now but that was how I felt Friday night.
I even started praying at some point, asking God to reassure me (that He will eventually grant me a single pink rose) by sending me a cab within five minutes...My wish wasn't granted. I began to cry. Pathetic I know. But it was like "God. I'm only wishing for you to send me a cab... Why can't you do that? Why can't you even give me hope? "
I stayed there, indulging in the drama , concentrating on what I think I should have but don't...I whined for a while but eventually stopped crying like an actress hearing the director shout the magic word "CUT."
I gathered myself together and walked towards the University, thinking that I have better chances of getting a cab if I waited near the school buildings.
True enough, more cabs passed by the admin building. But it was still difficult to get one ...After concentrating on not whining again, one cab took my attention in a very weird sort of way. It was your ordinary white cab but there was something in it I can't explain. It was hired and it just passed me by just like all the others, but I was sure...I was sure that it will come back for me. One look and I knew it was the cab who would take me home.
And it did.
I wonder if it's a sign of anything. I hope it is. Sometimes, I get overly optimistic that I equate the even the most mundane things to be a sign of something.
OH well, I could hope, couldn't I?