Friday, January 14, 2011

That guy.

The other day, on the express to Strathfield train, I overheard two dudes talking about someone.
".. He's really nice; he's always kind, he always has time for you, he's always smiling.. "

It seemed like one of them were describing a friend of his, to another, for purposes of introduction. I personally thought he was describing the way this guy is at work.

There appeared an instant spark of respect for that guy, as soon as I overheard it.
It makes quite an inspiration to strive towards a better person.
Think about it; if you found out that you've been backchatted about, wouldn't it be awesome to discover that they've said something similar to that guy on the train, but about you?
Wouldn't it make you feel good for leaving a nice impression on people? Surely it would. :O

Everyone knows it's difficult to find truly good friends; ones you can trust, ones you know who won't attempt to nuke social circles, and especially ones that you can pretty much get along like family(or better!).

Perhaps individuals can be depicted as a chunk of clay at their own control. Depending on how they decide to shape themselves; smooth, round, rigid, geometric, spiky.. and where they decide to go with it; do they toss it around everywhere? do they kick it around the ground, or do they roll it around in sand? do they hold it carefully in their hands?
As they continue to mould, it will accrete with dirt, rocks, stones, dust.. they'll eventually sink into the clay. Any injuries to the surface would gradually be moulded away.
Obviously the result would be of how they took care of it.

I think I'll take good care of my chunk, and mould it into something friendly. Something which others won't frown at; something, when the others hold it, that would leave a kind impression on their hands.

tl;dr: It's nice to be complimented. I'm going to try and be less of a pain in the back.