Remember
when I said I like writing? To be honest, I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
I’ve tried to write tons of time. But then one day, I realized, I can’t write.
I have nothing to write about. I want to write a good story, but nothing came
to my mind. When I thought of a good story, then I lost my way while writing,
and it just vanished. Sometimes, it just became some stories that I’ve seen or
read, like, some stories that I just copied. Because I don’t know what to
write. So I kept this blog, so that I can write whenever I felt like writing,
and whatever I wanted. Just write freely, that’s more than enough.
So, now
that I’m finally writing again, let me tell you this story.
I have a
friend, she’s always thinks of others. Whatever happened to her, she always
thought that it was her fault. She always blamed herself and sometimes punished
herself.
Then there
is this one guy that always thinks of himself. Whatever happened to him, it was
never his fault, it was always others and there’re always someone to be blamed.
Their house
are quite close to each other, not more than 10 minutes by car I guess. So,
this boy often asked for a ride from this girl. This girl, being nice as
always, always give him a ride, without any charge. Often, this girl would have
to wait for the boy outside his apartment, usually around 10 minutes, but
sometimes more, and sometimes she just turn off her car engine because it took
too long. Then this one day, the girl was late, so she rushed as fast as she
could to pick up the boy. When she arrived, the boy said, “Lambatnya. Lama tau
tunggu”. And the girl kept apologizing. The story just ended like that, with
the boy blaming the girl, and the girl kept blaming herself.
Weird right?
That these kind of people actually exist. Someone too selfless, and someone too
selfish. While she was telling me the story, and while I was telling her stop
being too good, she just realized, why was it her fault? Why did she kept
blaming herself? She had never complained to have wait for the boy before,
never did the boy apologize after kept her waiting. Why was it her fault?
Because that’s
how she thinks, and because that’s how the boy thinks. Honestly, she would
never realize that if I hadn’t told her.
People are
different. The way they think, and the way they live their life are different. So
never tell them you understand, because you never really do. Instead, tell them
what their fault is so they can fix it. So I told the girl to be a bit selfish,
to think of herself too, and never let people step on her. Luckily, the girl
stop blaming herself too much. But the boy still blamed others, because nobody
told him what his fault was.
