Disappointment, Yet Again

I could feel the build-up of heat bellowing and clouding my brains. My temporal veins could have easily burst from over-distension and the pressure. I tucked in my food nevertheless, as the onslaught of insults and ridicules continued.

They were harmless actually. But simply irritating to the core. I felt that I may have had enough.

The sad point was that, it came from a good friend. Someone whom I had first acquainted with when I arrived at this new quiet town. He offered his friendship and assistance spontaneously and I greatly appreciated them. Even if he intersepted my trust for him with some packs of lies and acts of immaturity.

I didn't know why he was nasty yesterday. As he threw darts of baseless accusations towards me, I kept my silence and bore with them. But to utilise his strength of numbers and begin insulting my nationality and origin, that was the ultimate.

The rifts between our countries were longstanding and childish, but I had not anticipated them on a personal level. I have wonderful friends from most parts of the world, including our neighbouring ones. Perhaps the animosity had always existed and was only too subtle for me?

I am not nationalistic in every sense and I believe that no one is perfect in any country or state. Now I am beginning to understand why my close friend from home had chosen to shut herself off when she was here a year ago. Everything just falls into place nicely now, after half a year of experiment here.

I should consider doing the same. And start to be selective with my friends.