Half my college was in love with her…the other half comprised of girls. The guys wanted to have her…and the girls wanted to have what she had. There is only one of her type in every college; unfortunately, even one of her is enough to cause enough heartburn to the others of her species.
So instead of trying to be like her, I concentrated on making her look bad. But unfortunately, every time I tried that, I’d look like the butt of the joke and it wasn’t long before I gave up on that too. I soon lost interest in my love interest and his love interest. I was having way too much fun to be bothered with ‘well-packaged’ competition. I devoted myself to extra-curricular activities which were far more interesting then boring lecturers and even more mundane accounts classes. Of course, taking part in all this also made me feel ‘cool’.
“I’ve seen you with all your friends…I’ve even seen you at college competitions” she went on. “In fact, when you guys would be chatting in the canteen, I’d take a seat close to your table. You were so full of life and funny. Just listening to you guys would make me feel better.”
‘Go on, go on,’ I was thinking at the back of my head. This was good.
“You were so full of confidence. The way you would talk, the way you would argue for what was right…it used to be inspiring,” she confessed. “I could never do that. Even now when I have to make a presentation for my management class, I imagine how you would do it…and believe me, it somehow becomes a lot easier.”
But for me, perhaps this was the most awkward and difficult moment for me. In spite of having a way with words, I was at a loss for them. Thankfully, her station arrived and she got off with a wave of her hand. As I walked home that day, I was a bit confused. I wasn’t sure whether I was feeling glad or bad. I reached home with mixed feelings and for the first time in my life, a lot of my opinions about other people, as well as myself, fell into perspective. As I retired for the night, a part of me gloated at the unexpected compliment, but there was one thing that still irked me. The lovely-green eyed girl had, once again, proved that indeed she was far better than me.