A Compliment

I had a sleepover at the Fourth Family’s house on Friday after work. I bought a set of Yu-Gi-Oh cards so that I could play against the kids. Pretty weird to do so since I’ve been complaining about the whole culture. Anyway, I also rented several movies: The Others, Ghost in the Shell, and The Queen of the Damned. The movies were pretty okay. I didn’t watch Damned until today. The woman who played Queen Akasha was Aaliyah, and she died in 2001 in a plane crash. I was surprised to find out that she was my age, born in ’79.

Yesterday, from 7pm until midnight, I was at The Tea Station with K. It was nice to have a good conversation with my best friend. I am please that I can call her that, again. I was afraid all this time might have strained our friendship. But, things are still good.

We talked about her relationship with Gary and the relationship that I have with L. We talked about their shortcomings, our own doubts, our confidence in the other, and the strength of the relationship to overcome unknown obstacles ahead. We talked about careers. She asked a lot about my goals. We talked a bit about spirituality and modern physics. The most important thing that happened to me that evening was realizing my BHAG (big, hairy, audacious goal): I want to be so confident of my abilities that I could start and hand over businesses. I might not achieve this goal in my lifetime, but goodness, I think I know what I want to shoot for. This is my vision.

Something nice happened towards the end of the evening, too.

“I think I’m losing my voice,” K said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Me too. I was afraid they’d have us pay for a cup of water –”
“Oh, no! Did we pay our bill?”
“No,” I laughed. “We didn’t.” And we walked back in, embarassed, to pay our bill. The attendants and the security man were apparently impressed that we even came back. As we left again, the security man stopped me and said if I came back ’cause we forgot to pay our bill.

“Yes.”
“You’re a good man,” he said. I smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Well, you deserve that compliment. Other people would have just continued walking. Man, you have class.”
“Thank you,” I beamed. “Have a good night.”
“You have a good night, too.”

I was just doing what I thought was right. So, it was kind of cool to receive such the compliment… a good way to end a good evening.

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