A few days ago, I was excited for Friday to come. There were people I was gonna meet and a gathering I was gonna attend. But at the end of the night, I was surprised to hear myself say that the night actually turned out to be a disaster.

I got off from work at 4PM yesterday. I was supposed to meet 3 people separately later that evening so while it was still early, I walked around the mall, drank a cup of coffee, read a book for about 3 hours. Two of them sent me text messages (the other one ignored me) to say that they were gonna meet me but for some reason, they didn’t. One had to be some place else that’s more important, and the other just suddenly stopped replying to my messages. I waited some more because I didn’t want all my waiting and effort to go to waste, but to no avail. By 9PM, I was on my way home.

I got even more ticked off while I was traveling. I gave the FX driver a 50peso bill, and while he was handing me back my change, he attempted to hold my hand. Actually, it felt more like a grip. So before he could completely lock my hand with his fingers, I snatched it away, knocking the coins down to the floor. I would’ve punched his face if that wasn’t such an offensive thing to do. I loathe disrepectful guys who take advantage of women.

And if that’s not enough, after I got off the FX, two jeepneys drove past in front of me without noticing me hailing for a ride. Finally, one stopped. But before I had completely gotten myself inside, it drove away hastily I got off-balanced, almost slipping off. It was so rude that I wanted to give the driver a piece of my mind. But before I could think of doing that I was already deep in thought on how it felt like I was a ghost right at that moment.

It was very strange, but it explains a lot of what happened last night. Most of the people I sent text messages to didn’t respond.. I was gonna meet some people but not one pushed through.. those two jeepneys ignored me on the street and the one — who didn’t — failed to notice that I wasn’t even halfway aboard yet.. and I even texted some more people when I got home but didn’t receive anything in return. I felt like I didn’t exist that I almost cried last night.

Yeah, maybe I just made a big deal out of what happened. But I couldn’t deny it, I got very very sad.

Then again, when I come to think of it, I also enjoyed my time walking, reading and drinking coffee alone. It reminded me a lot of what I used to do. I’ve always been some kind of a loner that’s why I value my “alone” times. It’s just that, last night was really disappointing and sad. And I just thought I’d blog about it. But I’m okay now so there’s nothing to worry about. :D And I’ve got a new Haruki Murakami book, so it’s all even. Haha. Man, that guy can write!