She is there in the crowd, talking to probably everybody she can possibly talk to. Smiling, laughing, shining. Ugh, shining? How corny. But it is true. I have always been fascinated with people like her. How they are able to smile, laugh, and speak out almost anywhere as if it is their home with people they have always known.
A lot of people are talking to her, perhaps wishing her a happy belated birthday, or asking how her day was yesterday and if she had celebrated it.
Right then, she turns to me and smiles.
"Hello," I murmur with a faint smile.
I knew it was her birthday yesterday, and I could have wished her, but I had held myself back. I can still wish her a belated one now. I have to admit, I am really good with remembering people's birthdays, even the birthdays of people I am not very close to. And yet, in a span of a year, the number of people I find myself wishing a happy birthday -- not just in my head but actually saying/typing it to them -- is starkly reduced in comparison to the the birthdays I actually know. The reason I avoid wishing people is obviously because of the personal policy I follow. When I wish someone, it usually and probably will not really make a difference in their lives. And that is a very selfish thought, I know. But then, it is the thought that really counts, right? So my personal policy is to remember their birthdays in my mind, wish for their happiness, and move on.
"Happy Belated Birthday!" I courageously spit out but meaning every single word that did come out.
"Thanks," she smiles sweetly and walks away.
A lot of people are talking to her, perhaps wishing her a happy belated birthday, or asking how her day was yesterday and if she had celebrated it.
Right then, she turns to me and smiles.
"Hello," I murmur with a faint smile.
I knew it was her birthday yesterday, and I could have wished her, but I had held myself back. I can still wish her a belated one now. I have to admit, I am really good with remembering people's birthdays, even the birthdays of people I am not very close to. And yet, in a span of a year, the number of people I find myself wishing a happy birthday -- not just in my head but actually saying/typing it to them -- is starkly reduced in comparison to the the birthdays I actually know. The reason I avoid wishing people is obviously because of the personal policy I follow. When I wish someone, it usually and probably will not really make a difference in their lives. And that is a very selfish thought, I know. But then, it is the thought that really counts, right? So my personal policy is to remember their birthdays in my mind, wish for their happiness, and move on.
"Happy Belated Birthday!" I courageously spit out but meaning every single word that did come out.
"Thanks," she smiles sweetly and walks away.
