This moment was reinforced by the thousand other mediocre things that happened to me today. The kind of things that I won't even remember tomorrow. They're insignificant events. But do you know what really tickles me pink when someone cares about the little things in your life.
The only time that I can recall someone listening to me telling them my entire day in detail was the after school drive to swimming with my father. I used to dread every Tuesday afternoon. Not the talking to my father part. No it was the swimming lessons part. You see my school ended at 3pm and swimming started at 3.30pm. That left very little wiggle room. Every Tuesday I'd bolt out of the classroom to find my father so he could take me. The reason for my urgency? As soon as my Dad stepped on school property then he'd shout 'CAMILLA' at the top of his lungs. Consequently I was terribly embarrassed... So every Tuesday after school it would be a race against my father so I wouldn't have to suffer such embarrassment... Then when I was in the car rapidly changing into my swimming togs 'Mr Bean Style'. He'd ask me 'what did you learn at school today?' Inevitably I wouldn't have learnt anything since when you're five years old the only things that qualify as being learnt are fun facts or cool tricks. So instead I'd end up rattling off everything that happened that day in great detail.
The drive to swimming was about 20 minutes long and I think I spoke for most of that time although like most parents after about 10 minutes my father resorted to the 'hmm's' and 'ahh's' in the suitable intervals rather than listening to what I was saying. I don't blame him really. Reading back over some of my blogs about the mediocre details I get terribly bored. I'm grateful for those five minutes which he listened to my ramblings.
I think that's what happens when you really care about someone. You want to know everything about them, every minor detail; how they like their eggs, their favorite songs and the fact that they have a birthmarks in the formation of the southern cross on their wrist. It's the little things. When we really care then we take joy in learning the little things rather than seeing it as a chore. It's love. You're more interested in someone else than yourself.
I guess the problem with that statement is that you could cite a stalker as 'being in love' with their target. Hmm well besides the obvious creepiness factor it's also wrong in that well... IT'S WEIRD and it isn't reciprocated. I always seem to read about in books or see in the movies those scenes when the two people are in bed for hours (not doing what you'd assume that they'd be doing since that would strip the movie of its PG13 rating!!! >:( ) just talking. They say sweet things like 'remember when I saw you...' or 'what's your favorite band'. They really listen to each other. It isn't polite conversation to pass the time. Instead it's that glorious gossip like conversation. You know what I mean! The kind which you listen to intently because you know that you'll cogitate about it later on that night just before you go to sleep.
I always think about Lily and Marshall (from How I Met Your Mother) in any perfect couple situations. Every day they tell each other exactly what they ate that day. I guess by doing that you know exactly how the other person is feeling because don't our stomachs contain all of our feelings? It would be nice to have that. Perfect honesty to the extreme but that's Lily and Marshall and they're a little bit ridiculous. Instead I'll just settle for having someone listen and memorise every word I say rather than thinking about what they're going to say next.
That's something I have to work on too though. I should listen to everyone as if the words that they're saying to me are the last words that they'll ever say. Sometimes even the mediocre things need to be treated with importance.
3 Good Things
*Being able to pop out into the corridor and have a nice little chat.
*My new boots! They're ever so cool!
*My hilarious Chem Lecturer who 'didn't give a monkey/toss/stuff/rat's ass' about the royal wedding... Unfortunately I don't feel the same way about the wedding... especially since a lip reader said that Wills turned to Kate when he saw her and said 'you look beautiful'. Aww well shucks aint that the sweetest!
Au Revoir!
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