I want to preface this blog post, by saying one, this is the only type of post I will write and two, mom dad, and my three protective older brothers, you may not like this. Quite recently, I have met a Punjabi, 20 year old, professional football player (or soccer player as we call them) who is even more sarcastic than I am, if that's possible and has a 90's vespa. Believe me that I am not saying I am lovestruck by this boy or even close to having any sort of those feelings, but I have loved hanging out with him and getting to know him. What is so wrong about that?
Lately, I've felt like a giddy high schooler. It's exciting and adventurous to meet someone new and to be introduced to various parts of the Indian life that I never knew existed before. However, I am obviously tremendously careful when it comes to friendships like these, and this has been an excellent learning experience for me, isn't that the case with everything these days? I told my mom of this new football goalie to which she responded, "Rebecca, be careful! I mean it, be careful! Tell Rita to tell you to be careful!" I understand her concern, especially because I'm her favorite child. Then when football man came by last night after my roommates and I were coming back from dancing, Kaka was waiting for us. Right after we came inside, he told us to be careful. That we didn't know these types of people and that's he's concerned for us, which is completely understandable. Then he began to explain how he isn't Bengali, and non-Bengal people are much different, less trustworthy. Specifically famous people and players.
I just found this so interesting. Many teenage girls dream of meeting a man in a foreign country, riding in the streets with her scarf and hair flowing with the wind and eating lots of great food. My situation is not anything like this, and it almost bothered me that people were so concerned. For one, although yes, he has quite a bit of maturing to do, he's an amazing person, and what is more impressive is that he can throw sarcasm right back at me...that doesn't happen often. Also, why can't it just be a friendship? I can handle myself. I know myself well enough now to know who I can trust and who I can't trust.
I've learned so much about not pre-judging others and about giving them a chance. Yes, he acts like a 5 year old boy at times, but sees India in a light that I have never heard of before. So far, he has managed to convince the auto rickshaw driver to let him drive the rickshaw last night; he has introduced me to the best tasting hot chocolate (and I hate hot chocolate); he has given me his goalie jersey which just makes me feel so bomb-diggity; and he has given me a ride on his 90's vespa. If I wouldn't have given him a chance, I would have missed out on all of this. I was the most guarded out of everyone that I talked to, but I see now that as long as you know yourself and you trust yourself, you honestly can't go wrong. Trust yourself enough to know the type of people that you want to have in your life, whether for 1 week or for a lifetime. It's always thrilling to have a little adventure in India! Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen aint' got nothin' on me.
Lately, I've felt like a giddy high schooler. It's exciting and adventurous to meet someone new and to be introduced to various parts of the Indian life that I never knew existed before. However, I am obviously tremendously careful when it comes to friendships like these, and this has been an excellent learning experience for me, isn't that the case with everything these days? I told my mom of this new football goalie to which she responded, "Rebecca, be careful! I mean it, be careful! Tell Rita to tell you to be careful!" I understand her concern, especially because I'm her favorite child. Then when football man came by last night after my roommates and I were coming back from dancing, Kaka was waiting for us. Right after we came inside, he told us to be careful. That we didn't know these types of people and that's he's concerned for us, which is completely understandable. Then he began to explain how he isn't Bengali, and non-Bengal people are much different, less trustworthy. Specifically famous people and players.
I just found this so interesting. Many teenage girls dream of meeting a man in a foreign country, riding in the streets with her scarf and hair flowing with the wind and eating lots of great food. My situation is not anything like this, and it almost bothered me that people were so concerned. For one, although yes, he has quite a bit of maturing to do, he's an amazing person, and what is more impressive is that he can throw sarcasm right back at me...that doesn't happen often. Also, why can't it just be a friendship? I can handle myself. I know myself well enough now to know who I can trust and who I can't trust.
I've learned so much about not pre-judging others and about giving them a chance. Yes, he acts like a 5 year old boy at times, but sees India in a light that I have never heard of before. So far, he has managed to convince the auto rickshaw driver to let him drive the rickshaw last night; he has introduced me to the best tasting hot chocolate (and I hate hot chocolate); he has given me his goalie jersey which just makes me feel so bomb-diggity; and he has given me a ride on his 90's vespa. If I wouldn't have given him a chance, I would have missed out on all of this. I was the most guarded out of everyone that I talked to, but I see now that as long as you know yourself and you trust yourself, you honestly can't go wrong. Trust yourself enough to know the type of people that you want to have in your life, whether for 1 week or for a lifetime. It's always thrilling to have a little adventure in India! Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen aint' got nothin' on me.
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