C'est pas possible, je dois être folle...
Posté : 16 févr. 2010, 03:11
Bon, alors: d'abord, un compte-rendu de ma dernière histoire d'amour, celles qui l'ont suivie: On a décidé d'arrêter. J'inteerprétais et analysais ses moindres faits et gestes, en déduisait plein de trucs et ça me blessait toujours, donc j'ai laissé tomber.
Maintenant.... Il m'est tombé un truc dessus... un coup de foudre ou chaispas... Je vais vous raconter en ré-écrivant le texte que j'ai écrit aujourd'hui à propos de ça. Le seul truc est que (désolée) ce texte est en anglais... Et j'ai pas envie de traduire... Fatiguée... Enfin bon, voilà;
Last night, I met a guy. Well, I should say a man, because he was about 28 or 30 years old. He was driving the 201 North. I was heading home after being at downtown with Myriam, and (sorry for the word), I was F***ckin' cold. I waited for half an hour that bus, and when it finally came, my hands were frozen. When I got in, he asked me:
- Pretty cold outside, huh?
I shook the head meaning yes and sat on the bench next to him. He smiled and asked me again, because I was the only one in the bus:
- You're done working?
I smiled, because it meant that i looked at least like a 16-years-old girl, but instead of telling him my age, I replied:
- No, I was hanging out at Chinatown with my friend, for the Chinese New Year.
And then, he said that weird but funny thing:
- I was Chinese, a few years ago. The only thing is that i had a black skin and blond hair.
I started to laugh and he asked my age. I told him I was 14 (Je vais avoir 14 dans 15 jours, alors hein...), then I asked were he was from. He smiled again and told me:
- Try to guess!
I bit my lips and tried:
- Well, with your accent, I bet you're Arabian...
He laughed and told me I was right. Then, he asked me:
- Try to guess the country, now!
I told Morocco, Algeria, and he kept telling me it was the country next to those. I wasn't sure of wich one it was, so he told me:
- You know, I studied to be a history and geography teacher, I became a French teacher, and then I had enough, but now, I'll teach you a little geography and history lesson.
Then, for ten minutes, he explained me the Tunisia's history. I was listening, and while I was, I thought I'd like to have him as my teacher. Suddenly, he told me:
- You know, because I'm older than you, I'll give you a good advice. For now, just listen. Listen to your elders. Later, you'll be the one who'll teach others.
He continued.
- When I was your age, I traveled a lot around the world with my family, and there's one thing I learnt by being often with older men: There's good and bad people everywhere, but the important thing is not to hurry. There's a time for everything. You won't be happier if you drink. You'll forget for a moment, but that's all. Same for drugs.
At that time, I interrupted him and told him I was about to take drugs, because I had problems with my parents. He smiled and told me:
- Then let me give you another good advice: If you die, the only ones that will cry for you are your parents. Friends are not for ever. I have more than 2000 friends all around the world. Most of them doesn't care about me now, but my parents does.
My cellphone rang. I answered and it was my father, who wanted to know where I was. I told him and hang up. I wanted to listen to that guy again. It was so...
I waited for him to notice that I was done with my call. He did. He talked about sex, and how awful it was when boys were playing with girls' feelings. He told me that pregnant girls were laughed at, and all that stuff. I was listening to him, and it wasn't boring like when my mom says the same thing... It was like speaking with a good friend. He also told me that his best friend was 94 years old. It was his grandfather. He told me that he ran away from home five times. I told him I did, but only once. He explained me that people are always more woried when it was a girl, because it's more emotionnal.
I can't explain why he told me all that. Maybe it was because he wanted to talk, or because he thought that I should'nt be outside alone. I also can't explain why, but I was sad when I had to leave. I thanked him and he said he was happy, too. Before I get out of the bus, he told me:
- Good luck!
I thanked him again and walked on my way home. I know it's weird, but I still remember his smile... Even if I don't even know his name, I feel closer to him than to some boys that I've know for three years...
Voilàà... Je ne sais vraiment pas quoi penser... Je veux le revoir... Je veux revoir son sourire... Je veux qu'il me parle encore... Je peux reprendre le même bus en espérant que ce soit de nouveau lui qui le conduise, mais... Je ne sais pas si ça vaut vraiment la peine... Pourtant, je me sens tellement bien, avec lui... Je l'ai à peine connu 1/2 heure mais c'est pas important... Vous en pensez quoi?
Maintenant.... Il m'est tombé un truc dessus... un coup de foudre ou chaispas... Je vais vous raconter en ré-écrivant le texte que j'ai écrit aujourd'hui à propos de ça. Le seul truc est que (désolée) ce texte est en anglais... Et j'ai pas envie de traduire... Fatiguée... Enfin bon, voilà;
Last night, I met a guy. Well, I should say a man, because he was about 28 or 30 years old. He was driving the 201 North. I was heading home after being at downtown with Myriam, and (sorry for the word), I was F***ckin' cold. I waited for half an hour that bus, and when it finally came, my hands were frozen. When I got in, he asked me:
- Pretty cold outside, huh?
I shook the head meaning yes and sat on the bench next to him. He smiled and asked me again, because I was the only one in the bus:
- You're done working?
I smiled, because it meant that i looked at least like a 16-years-old girl, but instead of telling him my age, I replied:
- No, I was hanging out at Chinatown with my friend, for the Chinese New Year.
And then, he said that weird but funny thing:
- I was Chinese, a few years ago. The only thing is that i had a black skin and blond hair.
I started to laugh and he asked my age. I told him I was 14 (Je vais avoir 14 dans 15 jours, alors hein...), then I asked were he was from. He smiled again and told me:
- Try to guess!
I bit my lips and tried:
- Well, with your accent, I bet you're Arabian...
He laughed and told me I was right. Then, he asked me:
- Try to guess the country, now!
I told Morocco, Algeria, and he kept telling me it was the country next to those. I wasn't sure of wich one it was, so he told me:
- You know, I studied to be a history and geography teacher, I became a French teacher, and then I had enough, but now, I'll teach you a little geography and history lesson.
Then, for ten minutes, he explained me the Tunisia's history. I was listening, and while I was, I thought I'd like to have him as my teacher. Suddenly, he told me:
- You know, because I'm older than you, I'll give you a good advice. For now, just listen. Listen to your elders. Later, you'll be the one who'll teach others.
He continued.
- When I was your age, I traveled a lot around the world with my family, and there's one thing I learnt by being often with older men: There's good and bad people everywhere, but the important thing is not to hurry. There's a time for everything. You won't be happier if you drink. You'll forget for a moment, but that's all. Same for drugs.
At that time, I interrupted him and told him I was about to take drugs, because I had problems with my parents. He smiled and told me:
- Then let me give you another good advice: If you die, the only ones that will cry for you are your parents. Friends are not for ever. I have more than 2000 friends all around the world. Most of them doesn't care about me now, but my parents does.
My cellphone rang. I answered and it was my father, who wanted to know where I was. I told him and hang up. I wanted to listen to that guy again. It was so...
I waited for him to notice that I was done with my call. He did. He talked about sex, and how awful it was when boys were playing with girls' feelings. He told me that pregnant girls were laughed at, and all that stuff. I was listening to him, and it wasn't boring like when my mom says the same thing... It was like speaking with a good friend. He also told me that his best friend was 94 years old. It was his grandfather. He told me that he ran away from home five times. I told him I did, but only once. He explained me that people are always more woried when it was a girl, because it's more emotionnal.
I can't explain why he told me all that. Maybe it was because he wanted to talk, or because he thought that I should'nt be outside alone. I also can't explain why, but I was sad when I had to leave. I thanked him and he said he was happy, too. Before I get out of the bus, he told me:
- Good luck!
I thanked him again and walked on my way home. I know it's weird, but I still remember his smile... Even if I don't even know his name, I feel closer to him than to some boys that I've know for three years...
Voilàà... Je ne sais vraiment pas quoi penser... Je veux le revoir... Je veux revoir son sourire... Je veux qu'il me parle encore... Je peux reprendre le même bus en espérant que ce soit de nouveau lui qui le conduise, mais... Je ne sais pas si ça vaut vraiment la peine... Pourtant, je me sens tellement bien, avec lui... Je l'ai à peine connu 1/2 heure mais c'est pas important... Vous en pensez quoi?
