Yesterday I went out with a couple of my friends from high school. We spent together eight year there, so quite a long time. I was a bit different at that time, a strong introvert, talking only when somebody told me so, closed to the books. Maybe only thing which was visible and have stayed with me till now, my honesty is. At that time it brought me to the conflicts with some teachers, now days I use it as my advantage in communication towards all people around me.
Sitting by a beer with my old friends, we started to talk, better said, they started to talk. They did not stop for couple of minutes, when one stopped suddenly, the other continued. So I sit and look at them, although I might have many, many inputs to the conversation, it was natural for me to be quiet. On the other hand, it always seemed to me that everyone from us is not listening to the others while they are speaking. So I was slowly drinking my beer and thinking about the past, when it was exactly the same.
The only difference is what we are talking (and listening about). At the highs school almost nobody from us had a real boyfriend. So we were chatting about the others from our class, the hockey players at our school, etc. My life was for me even more boring than my friend´s because I was home during each summer (not going to the sea), not going to so many parties (because nobody invited me or I was not feeling comfortable there), not going to the hockey matches (it was cold there and our league is ...). All my days were filled with studying, helping my mother, watching TV, working and going for a walk with our dog. Therefore I let my friends to talk about their exciting stories, what boy did they kissed, who was drunk last Friday, who with whom begun, which player is so sexy. By the time I found these experiences fluffy, but it became something like a habit. Moreover, I did not have something special to share, so I just listen, more or less actively and use some gestures for agreement time to time. I know it may sound horrible, they are my friends still. But it is just a way how we communicate together.
After the second cigarette one of my friends told me: “I have a girl in my class which is exactly like you. She looks the same and behaves the same as well. “I was thinking to oppose that I changed a lot, I am much more proactive and extrovert than before, assertive and able to tell my own opinion. Then I make up my mind. I realize that I am the same for these people, acting as five years ago. So I just smiled and sit quiet next hour.
The themes have changed a lot. Now it is about our current boyfriends, university studies and some funny memories form the past. For me, my life is again not so interesting in comparism with the others. I am dating my boyfriend for two years; I work in a global nonprofit organisation, learning for the exams. The others are complaining about their boyfriends, having break in which they have another boyfriend, complaining about the school, parents... I realized I like my peaceful, normal life. I have nothing to complain about, I am free to do anything I want in my work, I am meeting the people which want to achieve more and to help the society, my relationship is working well also after two years, I have a home which I am always willing to come.
I did not stay in the pub till the evening, I had the laundry in the washing machine which I promised my mum to manage, accounting on the table for the test and travelling next day to Ruzomberok to deliver one session. Girls were persuading me to stay, but I knew there will be a party that night, with persons I did not even know. I left home, finish washing, sit behind the table with accounting and fell asleep. Times are changing, people not. I would say, people in interaction with the same people stay the same.
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