"So as I walked past by the both of them, I just handed the guy flowers and told him to keep quiet. He then showed them to his girlfriend and I just watch the romance begins.", Ony ends his story.
"You did all that just for fun?", I asked.
"Yeah, I kinda built up this persona of being the 'narrator'. Since life is kinda boring seeing people their everyday lives. I just had to add some kind of positive energy. And you should have seen the look on her face when she took the flowers. Such a beautiful sight. People falling in love. People helping. There's so much hope and kindness in all of us. That is if we wanted to make a difference. I believe if each and every one of us somehow make random people's lives better, pretty sure ours would too. The act gives a delightful feeling to me. I like seeing people smile at anything. I mean not everything, what I said might be held against me in court. Well, I like seeing nice people get nice things. I would say everyone but not everyone are nice people. But that makes me not nice too since I have a limit towards the people I help. I dunno, I'm yapping.", he giggled.
Amazed, I sat in silence. Thinking, he is so rare? He is different. Perhaps he doesn't been through rough patches yet because he seems positive? But he did said not everyone is nice, so maybe he had encountered some. But then again, he is just nice. He goes out of his way just to see people smile. And he finds happiness in that. Well that's one thing. And he-
"Are you constructing your sentences? You look like you're making sure that what you're about to say wouldn't hurt or sound like I am crazy?", he smirks.
"No no, I just, am amazed. You're selfless. Altruistic. Since when did you started to realize that you're a 'Narrator' ?"
"I think back when I was in grade school. I was raised in Osaka so pretty much everyone is kind. Like, the lollipop man would always without a single day skipped, through snow, rain and the heat summer would always be there to help people cross the street. And ever since I moved to Glasgow, the difference is night and day. I always get picked on for my mixed race and sometimes my English. But I always think that it does not hurt to be kind. It was hard being kind to everyone, but I just brush it off thinking words are just sticks and stones and life isn't that serious."
"You are amazing. And forgive me for being this skeptical but you are just too good to be true."
He laughs.
"It's fine. You are entitled to have that opinion. Anyways, what do you work as?"
"I'm a reviewer. I review pretty much anything my company asks me to. Food, restaurants, movies, books. But it's not at all what I had dreamt of working as.", I sigh.
"And what do you dream of becoming?"
"I wanted to be a teacher. I like the idea of teaching. I like the atmosphere of the classroom. I like being in school."
"And how did you land as a reviewer?"
"Money."
He howled in tears. It took him a few seconds to recover back from his giggles and his teary eyes.
"Forgive me. But somehow, the way you said it. Just cracks me up."
"It's fine. Even though you're the only person who asked me that."
He leans towards me and says,
"I'm itching to ask you this, but do you care for an adventure?"
YOU ARE READING
this time i'll get better
Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings
