MARRIAGE DAY
That Morning
It was a beautiful January morning.
The sun kissing the bed sheet and the pillow; hitting me and glowing up my face; and it feels just so nice. That’s what I love in the winter mornings. I end up cosying in my bed ever more than usual.
And
yes, unfortunately, hibernating for winter is not an option; I have to get out
of bed, and I am excited for today like ever before.
Well,
cause it’s January the 17th. It is the career anniversary day!And yes, my friend is getting married on this day as well.
I think that it is better for him to get married today on this date than any other date, because he might just not forget his anniversary, like ever; much opposed to the TV shows, where, it is the guy who always forgets this day or the first time the couple met. They cook up some weird scenarios to let us down. Would it be different this time?
Or perhaps, the TV programmes has changed their agenda over time and they might even have decided to empower men on remembering the dates important to their better half’s. I really have no idea!
As for me, I have a day that I am used to celebrate alone for some time now. Not that I have abandoned everyone but it is one of those days, when I like to spend some time alone, embracing the solitude, the same way I did for other days like my Birthday, Christmas, New Years Eve, the New Year as well and once a month, if there is no excuse. You get the point!
“How many people did you meet?”
It is the question that I get asked in every session I have with Doctor Powell. Fortunately for me, the sessions have been reduced from once in every two weeks, to once a month and now it is once in every six weeks. It sometimes used to get annoying though, but slowly Doctor Powell has become a friend and now I like to hang out with this guy.
Maybe it was the friend in him that wanted me to go out and mingle with people more or it might be part of the standard exercise, but nevertheless all’s good if it ends well, isn’t it?
Strangely enough, Doctor Peterson Powell, in short Pete (as he likes me to call him by this name), now knows more secrets of mine than my best friend does. Okay, perhaps two or three more than my bestie; and that too because we don’t get to talk or meet like the way we did before, ever since he moved out to a different state to pursue a new opportunity. Coincidently, his girlfriend works in the same state as well. I mean, good for him, and perhaps he will also get hitched soon; his recent behaviour indicates as such, and then I will truly become alone!
Pete filled into that void of uncertainty; he just might be that different friend I need who does not asks:
“Why don’t you get yourself a girl?” or
“Why don’t you date someone?” or even worse,
“When are you settling in and having a family of your own?”
Do I have it in me to do it…again?
Perhaps Pete understood that or did not ask it yet. He might be treading carefully due to the arrangement that I have with him, could be in the back of his head every time, or it might be nothing. I think a lot, I have to sometimes. Anyway, it is good this way. I have been content and living quite well lately.
“Shall we hang out today?” is what Peter enquires with me in the call while I was having my morning coffee, looking through my emails and planning my day.
“Sorry Pete, but not today. I am travelling and would only return next week. Until later?” I replied.
“That’s sad! Hiking in winter? I hate hiking anyways. I like the slumber though” proclaims Pete hysterically.
"Ha ha…no, not quite yet. I am travelling home to attend a friend’s marriage reception. In fact, he is getting married today which I won’t be able to join unfortunately” I clarified.
“Oh, okay(pause), okay. Well, you have fun alright!”
“Sure thing”
After some pause, he replied again “do you need me to reschedule the session scheduled for next week to a later date?”
“That won’t be necessary, but I will let you know” I replied.
“Okay sure. Let me know anyway. Have fun, bye!” Pete said as he disconnected the call.
I placed the phone back on my desk as I looked at my computer screen; opened the airline page and entered by PNR number to enquire about the flight tonight.
Flight time: 11.45pm
Status: On time
I texted my friend:
“Best Wishes on your marriage buddy and happy career anniversary!”
I presumed that he would be too busy in the marriage activities. There might be all sorts of activities he would be engrossed in, I don’t know all the details that might give him under undue stress in the last minute. It is his ultimately his marriage and everything must be perfect. And hence, I did not want to call him and add to his stress.
He replied to my text swiftly by saying: “Thanks a lot buddy. See you on Sunday”
I should have called him maybe. But while replying, did he miss the part of the career anniversary?
Thinking about it, for him it really does not matter what day it is though. It really should not, as it is his marriage day, and that is what should he be concerned about anyway.
Perhaps the prick within friends or in a group is in fact you!
Yes, you got that correct. That’s me. I sometimes become the same person, but I do not want to be guy anymore (if I am already) or it is possible that my friends may not even see me like that anyway.
I really want to be a friend who is very reliable; with whom you feel that if in your bad times, no one stands besides you; he will. I certainly am that guy or yes, I can be that guy if I don’t seem or behave like one. Maybe I don’t try hard enough or give an effort to become one.
Told you, I think a lot sometimes. I have to!
I rocked back in my chair, stretching my hands up behind my ears, pointing towards the ceiling, thinking for some time until I came back to reality upon realising that I might be late for work.
Well, it will be a long day!
***
The story continues!
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