oneorangecow

"Hail Mary" was being repeated in my mind. Constantly. Some people take alcohol for dutch courage. for me, i look to the divine.

before leaving though, the thought of asking for company did cross my mind but wait a minute, no one knows where i was going anyway. ah yes. im in this alone. again.

decided to bring the old professor with me, to keep me occupied. he did mention few months back that he wanted to tell me a story, i just hadn't the time to sit down and listen to that story of his.

i cannot bear to sit in the reception area twiddling my thumbs for the lack of something to do. and time passes by oh so slowly. with every passing minute the tempo of my hearbeat increases.

i tried to pay attention to what the old professor was trying to tell me, for after all he did try his best to distract me from the worry that was not shown on my face (or so i thought).
after a while i realised that it was difficult listening to him because he was speaking in such showy language.

come on. can't you express yourself in a way that makes it easier for me to understand?
it is imperative that i speak in this manner. if you are unable to comprehend, i will gladly repeat myself for you.

i asked him to repeat himself, and i suppose i could understand him the third time round. but all the while, i was still waiting and waiting for my turn.

finally.
the moment of truth.
what i heard was a shock and a revelation at the same time, and it is comforting to know that i am not entirely alone in relation to this matter.
we will see how things are in 3 days time.

as for the old professor and i?
he is still trying to tell me his story. and because im so grateful that he was there, filling my hands (thus effectively preventing me from destructively twiddling my thumbs), i shall go and further deepen our acquaintance.