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I enjoy long walks. Before I got my motorcycle, I would walk from the office to the shuttle station 30 minutes away. I delight myself with a keen observance of people as they go about their daily lives. They walk with me, and I ask myself, "What is on their minds?"
I've done this for quite some time as part of my commute going home. And I saw new faces every day.
But as I went about my strolling along the walkway, I would see her walking passed me...on most afternoons. At one point I even looked forward to her presence. I became intrigued by her.
Where does she work? What does she do for a living? Where does she live? How old is she? What's her name?
These questions lingered on my mind for quite some time that I even built my own image of her based on my own assumptions. I figured she was about 25-27, working for an airline company or for a bank. She lived in Makati or Pasay City, in an apartment with her husband and a bubbly three-year old daughter.
I never saw her smile though...probably stressed from a hard day at work.
Not that I ever smile myself, I seldom project a joyful disposition, a by-product of this whole analyzation of my external environment. I compare myself to other people, and I almost always come up with the conclusion that I am very lucky for having a lot and having none at all.
One afternoon after we crossed paths once again, then I thought maybe I should talk to her some time. But what should I tell her? Then, for weeks I thought about it that it became awfully awkward every time I saw her because I knew one day I would be talking to her, somewhat like having a devilish plan with her as the victim (not that its ever diabolical for a man to talk to a woman).
I set a date and told myself that if I saw her on this day I would talk to her. That day arrived, more than half a year since I first noticed her.
"Hi, excuse me..."
She didn't look, walking again passed me. I had to try.
"Hi, excuse me miss..." with a much louder tone.
She looks back, with a look on her face somewhat between befuddlement and surprise.
"Hi..I don't know if you notice but we walk pass by each other along this path almost everyday."
I paused. She had that look saying, "and then?"
"Umm...yeah..so maybe next time we can just say hi to each other."
She opened her mouth, "Oh, yes, sure!"
Along with that brief reply came a smile...
I never saw her again.
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Jay-R Patron
Jay-R Patron, 24 years old, currently works as content provider for a multinational IT consultancy firm, under its interactive marketing department.
He was a writer for Hawaii-based Greater Good Inc., a media company behind the much-acclaimed Greater Good Radio. The show promotes social entrepreneurship and servant leadership.
Jay-r is a Journalism and Communication and Media Studies graduate from the University of Southern Queensland.
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