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Sunday, June 22, 2008
Ignorance Is Bliss??
People have said that too many times. And I refuse to believe it. Ignorance, to me, cannot possibly be bliss. Maybe it's just my nature to belive so. Who can say?
I was on a plane back to Singapore after a not-as-long-as-I-would-have-liked-it holiday *ahem ahem study break ahem ahem* and I was planning to rush back hostel, unpack, bathe and crash into Dreamland quickly. I would have asked my roomie beforehand to meet me at the airport, but I expected he would have been with *insert name here* and I didn't want to disturb him. So when I landed, I grabbed my stuff from the baggage belt, and zhao-ed.
I got on a taxi. With absolutely perfect timing. Five minutes into the journey, on the highway (!!!), I get an sms from my roomie not to go back and wait for him. Wow. And then, two other good friends call and ask me where I am. Which obviously meant............................ they were at the airport. D'uh.
I felt like a total heel. I mean, if you wouldn't, your social life is screwed up. Get some friends. Good ones. But anyway, yeah, so I agreed to meet the three of them somewhere outside. And boy, was the taxi driver annoyed. I would be, too, if I were him. I mean, detouring to somewhere totally of course from a high-speed highway? Even though he gets paid for it, I'm sure he was incredibly annoyed.
Turns out, the three of them were planning to surprise me as I returned to Singapore. And my roomie was acting as if he was separate from the other two, I could kind of tell it was a three-way plot. Wonderful time for Lit skill to kick in, really. When you've already screwed up to goodness-knows-what-end. Oh well, even though it never worked out the way they planned it, it was still an interestingly happy reunion.
But wait, there's more. My Cell Group had been expecting me too, but because my handphone was only turned on after I landed, two-thirds of their calls didn't get me, and the rest got me while I was busy apologizing to the other three. So their plans got ruined too. Granted, some of them were doing their own thing, and finding me at the airport was (you could say) kind of an afterthought. But still, that doesn't change the fact that I screwed up their plans. And now that I think about it, I never apologized. And to do so now would create the wrong impression, as if I suddenly remembered I had to feel guilty and threw in a mass apology.
Ignorance is bliss? No way. I had Lit skill honed for 4 years (and then some). Arguably, I could have gotten wind of the plan as my roomie inconspicuously sms-ed me this morning. Or maybe I couldn't have. After all, by his own admission, he factored my possible Lit skill into his sms-es and thought them over so I wouldn't suspect anything, to enhance the surprise later that would never come. But that isn't the point. The point is, even though I had no idea this was going to happen, even though I had absolutely no idea my friends would do that for me, even though any lawyer could argue my case and say that there was no way it could ever conceivably be my fault, I feel rotten. Ignorance isn't bliss. Not when it makes you blind to the light of people's hearts which they have chosen to shine on you.
I need some time to mull over this. I haven't felt this emo since, well, three years ago, when my own stupidity changed my life forever. But that's another story.
Sorry again, guys.
