*Third Time Lucky*...
This is the THIRD time I'm trying to post this blog... the past two times, the blog was wiped off the server... goodness knows why...
I had a LONG day. It all started when I left the university today. I took a minibus from campus to Central, with the intent of going into the office to get my planning done for my classes tomorrow. The girl in front of me started crying (not sobbing, but full-on crying) uncontrollably. From what I gathered, her dic*-wa* of a boyfriend was breaking up with her over the cellphone (ring any bells??) in the middle of the day and while she was out in public. I felt incredibly sorry for the girl, but I didn't interfere as she was still on the phone with the dic*. After she got off the phone, she was crying harder than ever. I couldn't bear it any longer and moved to the empty seat next to her and gave her a huge hug and my shoulder to cry on. I was worried about what she might do, and I ended up talking to her and consoling her for 2 hours.
I know exactly what she's going through. I went through the same pain and confusion with my ex. I understand now that I went through that in order to become a stronger person and to help my friends around me. In a sick and twisted sort of way, I guess I should thank him.
I finally made it into the office, and Connie called when I got there. I related the events of the afternoon to her, and my colleagues listened with great interest. When I bid Connie adieu on the phone, my colleagues asked me if what I had said was for real and what motivated me to console a complete stranger. I really don't see why I shouldn't have helped someone in pain... Was what I did, odd?
I hit LKF with Amanda afterwards. The day was emotionally draining and it was great unwinding. I felt a huge sense of relief though. But as much as I love giving hugs, I do wish sometimes that I had someone here to give me hugs and to tell me that everything will be alright. But then again, weighing everything out... I prefer being the giver of hugs.
Ben (a colleague) said something funny though. He knows Sarah (my sis) from last summer when they worked together. He said that there's something up with the "L**** Sisters" (no last names on my page). In his words: "Sarah mends broken wrists and saves lives, Olivia mends broken hearts"... If only I could.~