Thursday, August 26, 2010

Returning to the sand.

'I can sing a song so blue that you will cry inspite of you, little wet tears on your baby's shoulder. Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.'

Watching men cry is a tricky thing to experience. You don't know whether to comfort them or let them deal with it. For example, when leaving AYEPO I got out of the bus and to my right there was a boy that I knew. I'll spare his name. I looked at him and dropped my bag. Next thing I knew, I had this big lump in my arms, sobbing uncontrollably and wailing.

I was faced with several options;

a) Say nothing, stand and hold.
b) Pat the boys head, and try and stir him out of crying.
c) Throw him off and tell him to be a man.
d) Turn into a transformer and explode.

I knew the last one was a little unlikely. So I went for option B. This had it's negatives and positives. The negative was that the boy and I were still parting. The positive part is that he eventually stopped crying so that he could give me a smile. Thanks bruiser ;) But honestly, I doubt many girls my age would know how to deal with a guy crying.

It's kinda.. tricky.