I may have written earlier that I don’t give much importance to days like ‘new year’ or “valentines’ day”. But that has never stopped me from taking part in celebrations.. or even making it an occasion to make someone feel special.
I pay attention to small details and I haven’t (yet) failed to make the special (ones) feel special.
But there is one person whom I should (and I do) consider most special: “myself”. (Call me a narcissist now)
As I do always, I treated myself with a book. Of course, wrapped in RED. :)
I haven’t started with the book yet (except for the two paragraphs in the first page). I am
advisedordered (;)) to take the book seriously, read it thoroughly, without missing the hints, enjoying the characters developing etc. Looking forward to reading it (soon-ish).
The next day Jo, Lu, ‘she’ and I went to a party/disco. I took a break from dancing and stood next to the bar.
A girl approached me smilingly (of course, she wanted something). She asked me whether she can have a gulp of beer from my bottle. I smiled and gave her the nearly-empty bottle. When she returned it after taking a mouthful, I gestured it was for her and she looked surprised.
I asked her whether she wanted a beer (the only thing I ever said). She said she didn’t have money (why should she say that?). I bought a her one. She thanked me, hugged me and then I walked to my friends.
Was I being too nice? or too naive? Who cares… as long as I felt good about what I did?
Signing off, Sands.
PS: On a different note – my hair is getting compliments. The people who even ‘hate’ men having long hair seem to like me. Wonderful.