Breaking My Head and Sucking on Fate

When a being like Puck toys with fate there's only two things you can do, face the rap or run like a baby.

And so I did, run like a baby I mean. That’s what I do when life throws something uncomfortable my way. I'm not proud of it...

After an afternoon with my sister, her husband and their baby boy, we headed for a chapel for the evening mass. By what comedy of life, I hear a voice calling to me. To my surprise a group of people, some of whom are past high school friends and acquaintances, were right there standing on the same path I was taking towards the church. At first I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and then a deep sense of shyness came over me. I was not that ready for an actual confrontation of this magnitude, plus I was looking haggard. it was the day before I got a haircut and I was applying medicine to my face for my recent attack of acne and I was wearing stuff that I just pulled out of the closet coz I was in one heck of a hurry getting dressed, so you could just imagine how I looked.

At this point, I was opted a tactical retreat; I had to get out of there. They kept talking to me though, kept asking questions that, out of ethics, I felt obliged to answer. They were simple questions enough but it was cutting into time I had before they had an actual good look at me.

By now a few comments were thrown at me, none of them made me feel more comfortable. I finally got out a question in the midst of all the yapping and laughing, “So, where are you guys off to?”
"Dinner."
"Oh, I have to go to mass."
"Yeah you’re already late by the looks of it."

Could they sense my want to make a quick getaway? I didn’t waste time trying to find out. I quickly walk to my sister and sat down while they passed behind me headed in the direction of the nearest mall.

I realized that that was stupid, plain and utterly. There it was a chance at renewing things with my friends, the ones I left there cold on the streets and all. There were a lot of things I could have said, asked for their telephone and cell phone number, or maybe e-mail addresses, came with them and took mass later. God will wait for me and I didn’t have plans on ditching Him.

I just hope I didn’t give them an impression that I didn’t want them as friends.

Stupid, stupid, stupid…