The good, bad, uncalled-for experiences

I fell while riding my scooter. Taking along my friend down, who sat behind me. This happened about four days ago. Yes, nothing serious. All bodily organs in place, working, with little bruises here and there. I normally would have made a big deal out of this incident. I am innately little dramatic about injuries. The blood clot on my left arm is actually making me want to chop off the whole arm altogether. So yeah, little dramatic. But this time around, it was my fault. Plus the added guilt of having made my friend trip. I stayed low-key. Bandaged up. Wore full sleeve shirts to office. No sympathy gaining.

The real surprise came today. We decided to go out for coffee. Yeah, the same friend and I. I was pretty sure she will prefer auto ride after “what had happened”. I mean she was still limping (i know! ) And I was 10% unsure myself about my once-proven-faulty driving skills. But the gall, the balls, the whatever it took for her to say she will sit behind me again!!! I trust you, she said. In my head I went…whattttt?!! People amaze you sometimes. With their big foolish hearts. Days like this, when you won’t be sure about yourself and a few out there are still ready to take a chance on you. Makes you smile, isn’t it.

So we went, had coffee, chilled, returned home safely. End of story. :).