Extra Night

Friends? Continued

The story does not ends there. After leaving, this guy did not replied to my text for two days.

He knew I was irritated the extra night he had to stay because of me. I was on face about it and I told him to leave me be. After we got the replaced sim card, I came back straight to the apartment and then again went down. Talked to the many people who know me and I know I will be better with their voice. Walked and talked for more than an hour, did not cared about the guy who was staying with me. Rude of me, right? But I was uncomfortable with him.

I had already told him to carry his bed before entering my place as I am not going to share mine and that to when I had little trust; never. Still he asked me if he can sleep on the other side of the bed to which I denied and he slept in his sleeping bag like the other two nights. He slept and I carried on my texting and talking over phone.

Morning came early for me because I dozed off late. I woke him up as he had to leave and he should not miss this one. He asked me if I would like to have tea outside, I said I would rather make it here but yes can accompany you. While locking the apartment I agreed to have tea outside. Standing at the tea stall, he denied to have it and searched for the bus. We bid farewell while he was climbing the bus.

The way he made me think: Out of concern I texted him if he has reached safely. (To be noted that he was in my apartment and if anything happens to him, my life is ruined.) A reply I received after two days, “Are you this shallow?” I was happy that he is good. So I texted back the same and ended. But he had a lot to say to which I also told him about my being uncomfortable and blocked.

Pardon me, if you feel I am wrong here but he was the one who planted the seed of distrust in a way which would terrify you inside out. The gripping stories of strangers meeting and females putting false charges on males for rape. Murder, threat and what not goes when internet people meet. His way of communicating that he has a family, he does not wants me to become a threat to him. He himself had no trust on me. The point which hit me the most at the end was his mentioning my old text as a proof that I wanted to be physical with him which never was my intention and the message did not reflected the same.

Was I shallow?

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

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**A real life incident from which I have learned a lot.

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Friends?

Starting from the New Year’s Eve to the year’s first Sunday morning, my instinct was constantly knocking me with a line, ‘this is not the person whom I would call my friend.’

More than a year ago, we started chatting on one of the social media applications. The daily talks led to exchanging of numbers and the talks got deeper. The word ‘deeper’ here has no meaning attached to him being my boyfriend, (I am very much over that phase of my life) but the exchange of knowledge. Knowing the guy was married, I had no desire to intrude in his life nor I made him to poke into mine’s. I called the arrangement ‘Third Party Interaction’ where I can openly discuss issues knowing the person is nowhere related to me.

The friendship grew as the understanding on some topics was mutual but, at the back of my mind, I had little trust in the person. A happily married male chatting with an unmarried young lass. I had no problems as I enjoy exchanging knowledge, understanding a human being’s existence and listening to different perspectives. And when someone is speaking their mind, I am all ears.

Convincing self that I can try to be comfortable which I am not with everyone. Might be that I like him, of course as a friend. Alone in my apartment, I invited him in. Assuring self that he is my friend, I tried to give myself time to attain that comfort level and communicated him the same. All would have been well had it not been the accumulating dirt in the apartment. (The word ‘dirt’ here relates to the person and the mess he was creating in my place, both). I was afraid.

The two statements (relating to sleeping naked and bathing naked) used by him and I understood the reason of my being wary all the time. I could not sleep. I am really sorry, to myself, for I gave him the reason to stay for an extra day because of my network issues which he was trying to solve as my irritated employer was on my head. A frustrated, irritated being I became on the last day of his stay. The extra day gave me an affirmation that my instinct was correct throughout.

That extra day, we purchased a sim card for me and his number as reference was provided. I do not know in which realm I entered that I lost the sim card soon after the purchase was complete and this I came to know when I was some steps away from my apartment. Irresponsible behavior I expect not from me but this incidence was an add on in throwing the light upon my sleeping head that this guy’s presence is harmful. Though the guy helped me in getting the lost sim blocked and arranging a new sim card and many more things for which I am thankful to him but he was not my friend.

His presence was a nuisance and absence is for the betterment.

Happy New Year!

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*A real incident from which I have learned a lot.

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‘Something’ to ‘Nothing’

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Says Nothing :
nights ruined by nightmares
overthinking consume the days
wherefore the time is running
clueless the mind and body stays

Replies Something:
surrender is easier but uncomfortable
broken can be gilded by gold
impossible already has ‘possible’
shift the focus towards your goal

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*DO NOT COPY ME*