That awkward feeling when you beam a happy smile and say “welcome back dear, nice to see you again”, to hear with an apologetic look “I’m sorry I don’t remember you”.
I could literally feel my face go red. My brown skin does not blush the way the lovely white person opposite me was blushing .
Anyways, this was the first time we have met after over a decade. An overseas colleague returning for a visit. Yes we haven’t had much of a communication between this time and we weren’t buddy buddies earlier. But still we did work together and I never could have imagined she would not recognize someone who she saw at least once a week for an year or so.
This made me pause. And made me take a moment to think back pondering on the why of it. Of course I was a quiet person but I was and am always hardworking. When I think about it I am quiet even now; but I’m bolder, daring, and more outspoken. I guess being loud in fact is what matters, more than handwork and dedication.
Hardwork means naught unless it is publicized and marketed properly. But Oh GOD!!! I just hate loud mouths. I hate chatter boxes. I hate people who walk with “I’m a VIP” attitude. I hate who blow their own trumpets. And worst of all I hate people who exaggerate to glorify themselves making mountains out of ant-holes. Phew!!! what was that????
Back to my colleague.
She is as sweet as she was. I honestly have noting against her for not remembering me. The me she met back then was a meek, extremely introvert individual with very little self-confidence. A lifetime has gone. I’ve matured, grown bold and outspoken.
I’m reminded now. I have also reached a downward peak from where I am having difficulty climbing up. I guess I should just take a chill pill and enjoy the moment.
The awkward feeling and all, I made sure she remembers me for the rest of her life Of course in a kindly way.