“Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click.
I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.”
— Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo (via sexual-feelings)
Have you been in a completely new place with a bunch of strangers and that you can barely imagine what kind of friends you’ll make, but then there are these bunch of people who are so cool and you all get along pretty well you almost bet you've met them in another existence before?
Not that I believe in another existence. But at times when I meet new people, from at least the first 30 minutes we talk, I know how well we will get along later on. That’s what happened when I entered Senior High. Among my closest friends in Junior High, only a few joined the Senior High School I joined, and at first I was a bit worried of how well will I make some new friends there. But then it just happened. I met these awesome people, some are my old friends, and some are those I just met during the welcoming-ceremony thingy, and now the word ‘separate’ is the least thing I could think of when I’m with them.
That’s what happened too when I joined college, when the worry I had has gotten bigger, since among all people I know, I was the only one who joined the university where I studied (not forget to mention that I was supposed to join French Linguistic major when a technical mistake threw me off to study English Literature instead). I thought I was going to spend my college life feeling lonely and away from my old pals, studying a subject I don’t think I’d have a passion in. But, boom. Another welcoming-freshmen-ceremony thingy and I was put into a group of 8, consists of those awesome people later I took as sisters. (Heaven knows how deeply in love I am with English literature right now)
I didn't remember our first conversation, I couldn't even remember how or when did we added the word “best” right before our current title at that time. It just happened, again. Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe I was meant to have that holy technical mistake on my examination, maybe I was meant to be in the English Department. Maybe when my senior shuffled our names, we were meant to be in the same group, though all was an accident at first.
But then there are times when, unlike my effortless days of making friends in Senior High and college, the click is just not there. Have you tried so hard to become one of a group of friends yet no matter how nice they are to you, you don’t feel like you belong there? It all started in my internship at a big TV station in my country. I swear no strangers have been so nice to me like the people I met in my internship. They are such a bunch of joyful people, kind-nice-understanding and so’s-and-so’s, and on and on. Guess what. Though no matter how hard I try, I couldn't be myself. I couldn't relax, and laugh the way I wanted to, talk about things I wanted to talk about, all I wanted to do at that time was for the clock to tick faster so that my internship would be ended soon.
Sometimes I spend awhile thinking about what ifs. What if I got accepted in another Senior High? Or that I chose to be a social student rather than a science one? What if I didn't make mistake in my examination? Or if it really was another people’s mistake, what if they didn't? What if my name was put in that jar at a different minute and when the names got shuffled, I wasn't in the group where I was in last time? What if?
So I guess it’s not about how people act toward you and how you are toward them, not about how cozy the places are, or how such a wreck it is when you guys met. It’s the click. You don’t have the click, you can’t make the clique. It was as if something isn't meant to happen if it doesn't feel right for you. Maybe another existence doesn't exist. But the click simply does.
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