As the saying goes "Happpiness is when you make new freinds".
As we try to gauge the worth of the developing friendship we end up being judgemental. It is inbuilt and when the vice seems to exceed the level
of your tolerence you will lose patience.
A year ago my friend Esther was interesting until we went emotional one day. What a bad choice it was for letting the conversation flow that far. We always had very interesting and intelligent conversations, Spirituality, wellness, finances. Her intellect is amazing.
On this particular day we are out. She came a long with her boyfriend. Where is your guy? I asked preventing the word boyfriend because I had
observed they were so casual to be boyfriend and girlfriend. The chemistry between them was so inorganic. Over there under the shade, she pointed.
And you? she retaliated. Well, I came with my sister. She is in the swimming pool. I and her guy have never met and he is very unbothered. I wasn't introduced to the guy as he drew closer to ask if she was okay before he went back to chill under the delicate rays of the sunset through the shadeof the tree.
After unintended eye contact that we maintained I asked. Who is that guy? She carefully takes a deep breath, clears her throat and let out what seemed to had bothered her lately and clearly her torn could tell it was eating her up.
That one refferring to her "boyfriend" was introduced last month. Silence in awe as I tried to make sence of the statement. This is a "boyfriend" with whom they had a night together. Introduced by who?
I asked. By his wife to be.
My hind brain was filled with disappointment. I wanted to ask the title of the movie but I had to be a true friend.
While I put all other factors aside. I told her, If I were you, this would be the last day I meet him. "I am thinking about it she said.
I was curious to know if she was woeing anyone else out there for this wasn't surely hers. I actauly have a boyfriend who is out of the country
but he will return in 4 days. Her tone didn't sound convinsing still until she added "Either way there's no future".
I was wondering how hard this was going to be this time, I tried to prepare myself psychologically.
He is a preist, she said. I imagined my church priest. a Reverend Father. a Senior Catechist. This is the last time my empathy failed me. I couldn't try to understand her anymore. While I could see relief in her as she let all this out, the burden was now on me. A year later I have
to put down this weight too. May be I was naive but a year later I have come to agree with myself that it wasn't thoughtless pleasure as I thought.
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