18.00P
Sometimes you wonder if the little things you do that would seem like kindness is read as otherwise. My concern for my friends have not changed even up to now. But somehow, it pains me to think that you can take it at a different note.
Today I bought a friend a bottle of water. Today was hot, the heat was sweltering, and dehydration was afoot. What would seem to be concern, that friend read differently. It saddened me. It did.
And for that person to see bad intentions from that is what pains me more. It’s like she didn’t know me. My friend gave it to another friend of ours. If that person didn’t drink it but kept it, I would have settled. But having to hand something that was given to you out of the goodness of ones’ heart to someone else is nothing short of an insult. I felt a little betrayed actually. But who am I to say? I’m not in the position to complain. I was doing something she didn’t like, regardless of the intention. I guess my mindset is as always, linear.
How ironic is it to be selfish while being selfless. All for what? 18 pesos. Not centavo more, not a centavo less.
