mayer’s stupid mouth was really for me: an apology

Sometimes you get too fond of people that you forget that you just “know” them. I did know who Cha is, who Tyron is, who Ron is, who Gelo is, and the rest of my acquaintances. I can never say, “You know my friend Ron was this and that…,” because I can’t call them friends. I just happened to know them.

Lean doesn’t only know me. He understands me (I hope). In the same way that Kath does, Paula does, Fred does, and so on. Fred won’t be offended (given the right context) if I ask, “tanga ka ba?” Or if I tell Kath things like, “I wanted you to grow and learn.” I chose to know them, understand them in the process, and treated them as friends. The effort was reciprocated. That’s the reason why I can talk about them starting with, “You know my friend [insert name]…”

Sometimes the classification of those people who I know just “knows” me versus those who I know who “understands” me fades to quick to be noticed. People get offended with the way I talk, when I share what I think, when I get to aggressive with ideas, and the like. They always think I was flaunting “it”, which was never the case. I get too excited. I assume they understand me, and I end up receiving cold treatments.

It always bothers me when people say I’m arrogant, or when they think I treat them lowly. I don’t befriend others just to bully. I befriend others because, just because. I don’t even need a reason. I don’t talk to those who I don’t even want to get close to (not like some people I know).

That’s why if I ever crossed the line, offended you, and felt like I was looking down on you. Believe me that it was not, in any way, intentional. That I’m serious when I say, “I’m sorry,” because I am really sorry, JC.