That...that right there, that woman who is frantically waving and running after a bus, screaming "stttoooooppp" like a madwoman...that is me.
This has happened a couple of times already.
I would like to believe that the universe doesn't care whether I am exercising daily or fit into my jeans. But I can not explain the fact that after my lazy days where I don't leave my room for 48 hours or more, I would find myself running after the bus, that I did NOT miss on purpose(the culprit is my poor judgment of the time I take to dress up and look a little like a human and not a rug). This has happened seven times already and I have only been here 2 months. 2 months and 20 days I mean.
The bus didn't stop. So yeah...looks like I'll be walking to the bus station again. This is...once again, nothing new. I am fully prepared for it...I take out my earphone open a documentary I downloaded from YouTube, check if another bus is coming to the station from my phone.
'Hi! How are you?'
I turn...there was a man to my right, and he was talking to me.
I don't remember passing anyone on the road as I ran from one bus stop to the other...and there are no houses on the way- so...did he run after me?
'Hi,' I say.
'That bus left too early today' he says.
'yup!' I reply.
5 minutes pass with him looking my way now and then and I look at my phone cause I wasn't in the mood for a conversation.
'I'm gonna walk to the bus station' I say quickly-out of politeness...It would be awkward if I just walked away...wouldn't it now?
Then I turn to the left and start walking. I put on my headphones...reach to a zebra crossing...stop to see both sides of the road.
He was there behind me.
Oh shit! I think.
'Oh Hi!' I say. 'You decided to walk as well?'.
'I decided to catch up with you.' he says.
'Oh.'
Here we go again.
This again is nothing new.
I have walked many roads with strangers like this. They want to talk their way into...my heart I suppose.
He will soon realize that I have none.
Who am I kidding?
Boys just wanna get laid.
Men I mean.
I forget that am getting old. This guy right here following me is probably in his early thirties- the average time serial killers start their...thing.
At least this one blatantly said so. So I asked him who he was and what he did, blah blah blah. He's a normal guy. An international employee just like me- same company different office. He followed me...because...well...I'm a girl. That's a good enough reason for many. But Christmas break had started and I guess that kinda of excites them. Cause like me, he is not going back to his country for Christmas. And so he needs to find something to do during the three weeks.
So he has to find a girl to nag.
One other guy had called me yesterday for the same thing.
When we reach the bus station I made a run for it. He succeeded in getting my number though...like all others before him.
He will have his messages unreplied and his calls unanswered.
That would once again be nothing new to me.
OH! My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.
Hi. My name is Cassia. I am 24 years old. I am a chemist and I work in a non-governmental research institution.
Hmm...I am an ordinary person I guess.
You might be wondering why an ordinary person would write a book about her ordinary life.
Ah.
Well...I have no answers to that.