FreeFlow Assumptions

I sensed solitude,so I decided to head towards the metro.

As I waved and chatted with a colleague,fat mosquitoes as large as flies swarmed above our heads. I tried waving them off as Miel tried to get them smoked high with his Red Marlboro while we were trying to catch up on each other's three-month post.

As he spoke, his words were swerving into something else:

"I am glad you stepped out of your comfort zone and relieved me of my duties. Money is what I need right now and I know I'll do well with any other position. I haven't told anyone except our Boss about my reason for transferring. I can go home now after 9 hours,if I don't slack off. I don't think about work that much anymore when I am at home. I get to develop people because there's opportunity for them and as for you, I've entrusted what I created. I am hoping you don't destroy it. But,if you messed up, it's yours. Own it"

With a nod of his almost balding head, I know we are dismissing our chitchat. I had to cross the street,all too careful to pass by the zebra lines instead of getting hit by a moron.

I got on a jeep,which gives me an eerie feeling. The lights were orange and red, shit. Everyone's lips were pale. Just like a vampire's disco house/room. I paid my fare. I could feel some were eyeing me, I tossed a crochet black poncho over a black spaghetti top. I was in jeans and flats. It was as if they were telling me:

"Beach day?"
"I could see your underarms, I wanna see if you shave or wax"
"Black Ensemble,emo-shit wanna be"
"You ain't here to partay!"

Or other stupid thoughts I do not want to touch with a ten foot pole.

I got off and started walking.I was searching for a safe-looking cab. Honk! Honk!

"I look safe, my unit is Avanza, it's roomy and I can get you in your destination safely. A 10P tip would be nice"

So I flagged down the cab.

He asked me the directions (because there were several streets we can pass by) implying:

"I am a cab driver,not a pyschic chauffeur"

As I handed him the fare with the tip, he politely thanked me, his words, were overshadowed by:

"Tip of 10peso, she could've added another 10 for my yosi..." then he sped off.

I got in and sent an SMS to Bahbah. He said he was hungry....

I had to put words into his mouth:

I miss you...

And I sensed, amusement and denial from him.

Well, for a girl who senses differently from what a person was trying to express, amusement is inevitable. And I deny being such an "assuming" person. Because, I just do what other people tried to control, I call it how I see it.

It's that or just keep our mouth shuts. And just let them be.