Be careful

We, human beings, usually think that bad, cruel, unpleasant and terrible things always happen to others, that always others can get into dangerous situations or serious illnesses are always found in the others’ body. I think about the cliché what most people might say: ‘It can’t happen to me.’ But anytime we can become ‘others’.
I chew these things over not because something very bad things have happened to me but a person in the street. Although, it was really shocking for me too.

As a matter of fact, the bus 30 I was travelling on four days ago hit a guy. Before the accident the bus driver applied the brakes but the guy was injured. He was lying on the street and people gathered around him. The bus driver opened the doors of the bus and passengers poured out from the vehicle. They also clustered around the man except me. I just can’t stand this kind of situation I got frightened. I walked to my destination with really bad feelings. But I would like to mention that if it had been only me who can help I would have gone to the man. But as I mentioned there was a crowd around him.
I really hope that he is ok now. I saw blood nowhere and people were whispering that it was his leg that was injured. I don’t know.

Though, my former entry was about a thief and my recent entry describes an accident I don’t think that misfortune follows me or any other person. It is just life what is passing even if it has good or bad features.

Outrageous

Two days ago my flatmate gave me a ring. I picked up my mobile phone and in a minute I was taken aback. She said that our neighbours had asked her whether we saw something strange and unfitting phenomenon to a Monday afternoon. She couldn’t understand what our neighbours meant until they told her the fact. The fact was that one of our neighbours’ room mates, a guy, had packed up their laptops and moved off.

It was so shocking even for me that this guy had stolen his flatmates’ values and as if it had been a simple moving off he just walked out of the building.
After finishing the phone call I started cleaning my room and told myself what a fortune that he hadn’t broken in our flat too. Then I prepared the rubbish to go and throw it into the container in the street and that was the moment when a picture came to my mind. I became excited, confused and my heart started to beat so strong.

‘I saw that guy during committing the theft.’ - I said to myself.
And indeed, I met him that Monday. I was in the staircase when I encountered him. He had just got out of the elevator when I had a look at him. He carried so many bags and luggage that he just hardly was able to move his arms and legs.
I asked myself ‘Is he going home a Monday afternoon instead of Friday?’ but it was just an idea that lasted for a second. In fact, there was something freaky in his glance as if he was embarrassed or frightened. This feeling I felt in relation to him didn’t mean anything then but now.

Now this case made me recognise that how important is a reliable person in people’s lives. I took it for granted that my flatmate, and friend at the same time, is honest and trustworthy. But now I see that it is a thing to be appreciated. And from now I’ll be more suspicious about people and try to select who I put my trust in.

P.S.: I love you

The last time I watched a movie in the cinema it was a disappointment. Disappointment, but not due to the bad quality of the film or the boring script but I had expected something else because of its title. The movie I wrote about is P.S.: I love you.

So I hadn’t searched for the review of the film I had just been waiting for something romantic comedy but it was a drama. The second scene made me realize it. One of the two leading characters, Gerry, died in tumour. It was the main woman character’s, Holly, husband. I was taken aback. It took shape that the movie would be about to show us what happen to a widow after her beloved husband’s death and how she behaves how she can survive it.

First the film applied the well-known situation when one, who lost some close person, uses her/his personal stuffs. Holly literally put on her dead husband clothes, suits and always stays at home singing songs they both knew before. Then the family arrives and tries to point out the meaning of life to save Holly from the loneliness (and the mess in her flat). Later this scene is followed by the unique feature of the film, the dead’s letters. Gerry had prepared everything before his death so his wife received letters from him three weeks after his passing away. Gerry’s last sentences suggest things to do in order to help Holly to go on. E.g. Holly should go to karaoke bar with her friends or get rid of Gerry’s objects. These letters show Holly the right way how to carry on her life without Gerry and how to discover herself again.

In connection with the movie two questions came to my mind: is it the same situation with love if your love died or if your love deserted you? Because both mean that you lost an important person’s love and the chance to be around you. The other question is that wasn’t it cruel and morbid to Holly to get letters from her dead sweetheart?
I’m still seeking the answers.