I kinda like my own Humans of New York series… It just helps me appreciate even more the people surrounding me, and learn how to write breath-taking descriptions (which I could never do in high school and always wrote pros’n’cons thesis on the exams).
Today the person without who I would be on my plane back long time ago (and I don’t know what I will do with myself when he leaves back for Scotland).
Jackie, Alan, Scott or however anyone happen to call him – is one of the greatest male friends and brothers I’ve met in my life, and I really hope to stay in touch with him. Not many people just read on my face that there is something going on and immediately take me for a european (price and quality-wise) coffee to talk about it. And not many men can really listen and understand emotional side of a person. He is affable and immeasurably patient.
I still recall meeting him for a first time on our group lunch in a mexican restaurant. My third sentence pronounced to him was ‘Do you wanna go to Goa with us this weekend?’, however our first travel together happened only in the end of July, when we went to New Delhi – Agra – Jaipur, and of course we had heaps of fun.
Alan – although being more Chinese than any noodles – is a native Scottish-English speaker and you seriously have to get used to his accent to be able to understand anything. It is pretty comfy, though. If you don’t wanna answer the question you can always pretend you didn’t understand it. He is the person for who I am just using TheSaurus to use more fancy vocabulary and asking him about any new word or pronunciation. Just a personal challenge for myself and my perfection.
We are both quite similar – maybe that is why we understand each other but could never survive together for too long? – and similarly damaged by so-called first world problems. Alan has too much – brilliant girlfriend, enjoyable work in the job field of his dreams, supportive parents, almost a degree from prestigious university – and he still thinks that some part of his inner SELF is missing, although he does not really know or is able to explain what that is. I – on the other hand – am overjoyed, spoiled (we are both the only children too), appealing and charismatic, and I still strive for perfection. And struggle with overambitious plans and anxiety. And constant feeling that something will go wrong and I will not achieve my goals. Welcome to our heads, admire our logic…
Another human of Manipal is actually a group of humans of Lodz. I’ve been having a couple of rough days recently and needed some support, didn’t want to worry my closest though (YES, I’m better now!).
I’ve never heard so many positive things and thoughts of support from people who are physically that far away. And I have also never seen worried about me that much more than my mother. Or got so much support from the teacher on whose lessons I was literally sleeping every week.
Thanks to people like friends of my parents, my ex-teachers, flat mates, my not-that-close family and friends, I survived this crisis and after reading and hearing many positive words – can move on. And I really needed it, cause India is overwhelming sometimes.