Saturday night, I was with my friends. We were hang out together, at one modest café nearby, we watched a football game.
The game was supper. My friends they were crazy watched the game, the soda, and the chit-chat.
We talked about almost everything. Each one of us openly shared about what things had happened since our last rendez-vous, but not me. I was dumb, was not telling anything.
Now I feel I was not fair to them. It seems nothing went wrong with me. Actually it wasn't means that nothing bad or nothing good had happened on me.
I feel ok with my spiritual conditions, I feel great with my work life, I feel poor with my love relationship, I feel bored with my fitness club, I feel awful with myself. And it feel funny funny could not told them all about that.
Readers, would you give me your suggestion?
anyway
you have shared your time. the most precious thing of life.
Pelok buat Erick
Weleh, kayaknya loe lagi down aje nih rick, sini, ta' cium
Tell the truth
Well, if they're your inner-circle friends, you should tell them the truth. All the feelings you've listed above. Who knows, they might actually give you new ideas to cheer you up. But if they're just friends for hanging out, there's nothing wrong for not sharing with them. Just because someone poured out their heart to you doesn't mean you have to return pouring out your heart to them
... the beauty of the silence ...
one thing that I love the most at my workplace is hanging out together during lunch time. Yet, it is not the lunch itself which is special, but the togetherness we have during the lunch. We even refer our lunchtime as "pertemuan tingkat makan siang."
Though often underestimated, teaching is a profession with lots of loads, both physical and emotional. Most of the time, we would sit together, share our loads, and strengthen each other. Nevertheless, at the bluest day, we would sit together and say nothing.
Words are not that essential, because friends do not need any word at all to understand.
When I was depresed, I just sat there with my friends, God's angels on earth. I did not say a thing, and they did not ask me where it hurt.
Yet, they just knew my pain, and touched me with love.
And it's more than enough . . .
GBU