Today I’ve got one whole afternoon.
One whole afternoon.
That is like so rare.
Because his job has got no sense of time. Even during weekends.
So…I should really be happy.
He needs time.
A lot of it.
Although he doesn’t tell me this but I know.
To build what a guy needs to build.
Whether or not it’s going to be me in the end, I feel the need to see him through.
I want to help him but I know I can’t help him fully. But I will try.
I can be a listener. Though sometimes I have no idea of what he’s talking about. Like when he talks about his job. But I always try to appear like I know or I’m trying to know and I’m learning to know.
Then he looks at me and felt like he just wasted his time talking to me about it.
“You don’t understand what I’m talking about.”
Sometimes, my face, is an open book. It can’t lie.
“Of course, I don’t know because I’m not doing what you’re doing. But if you tell me, I’m learning to understand.”
He has certainly “eaten more salt than I have eaten rice” so he is quite salty, despite the fact that he may not have a university degree. He has seen more things, done more things. And I like it that way that he is well-marinated.
Okay, now that I’m describing him like he’s some kind of food. This entry should just end here.