Blog 7: Narrative

     Oh how blurry my childhood memories are. I can't recall a single vivid event, yet I can always recall how fragile and precious I was. My two loving parents are kind of a bit safety freaks. They often told me not to talk to strangers but as life goes on I began to realize that there are times that you need to break this rule.
     The mind of a child is still unreliable, they still are not capable of critical thinking. Naturally, you would advice your child not to talk to strangers because of the fact that they can't really tell who is reliable and trustworthy or not. As far as I can remember I took this advice seriously, whenever there were visitors in the house I wont approach or even speak to them unless told to do so. The rooms were like my bunker, a fox hole in which I would use to take a peak on whosoever entered our house. Then when my grandparents would call me, I would go out of the room in an awkward sense. After that I had to do the 'la mano' a sign of courtesy we show to the elders. Finally I go back in to the room.
     I was pretty shy back then. That advice kind of made me into a paranoid. Then the time came to conquer my fear of people. The fear created through a simple advice. I was an escort for the flower bearers for a wedding, can't remember whose wedding was it though. We had a rehearsal but me and my partner were so shy that both of us stared at the floor as we walked through the isle. The organizers pushed us to get acquainted with each other and so we did but it really felt awkward. Then we went for a second run, the isle looked so long and time went by so slow. Sinister grinning faces line up and were looking directly at us. As my partner anchored her arm to my arm, I felt her trembling. I could sense the shyness and the fear that we both felt, it was really hard to suppress. I don't even know why I was so afraid. The cheers that the organizers shouted didn't help at all, it made me feel worse. Every time the organizers shouted "very good". I could feel my partner grip tighten and loosen up again. Well on the plus side, I didn't have to face the ordeal alone.
     Fast forward to the present time I feel as if I overcame my fear and shyness, I can even say that I went off the top. It really helps a lot if you know how to deal with people. Who to trust, who you should talk to and who you should consider as a friend. Nowadays, I often talk to strangers but only those ones I believe reliable and trustworthy. And I understood what my parents meant about not talking to strangers. They didn't mean not to talk to everyone whom you didn't know, well if you were a child then they really mean it that way. But if your all grown up what they mean't was to distinguish who is trustworthy or not those who are not are to be considered as strangers.