[trying
my best not to mention any names in particular, but I suppose from the
descriptions, those who know will know]
I made pretty good acquaintances with
“artistic” people at first, as these people are always my “friendship goals”,
but later on I grew quite some distance with them. I am now the closest with
people who finds theatre play boring, galleries are pointlessly there as photo
studio (I kind of agree with this one, though), and my music taste don’t
synchronize with theirs. But I find these people whose interests are sky and
earth with me, trustable and dependable (and laughable). They are the ones
whose numbers I would dial (more like LINE Free Call) when I’m in an emergency
situation (like, suddenly alone after class or having to spend the gap between
classes alone or don’t have anyone to eat lunch with–yes, high school never
ends, honey, you gotta seat with your BFF/BF/squad).
I was also
trying to approach those who seemed
nice, approachable, and modest; but we hardly ever talk now, let alone hang out
together. It turned out that their humor are strange for me, vice versa, and
some are not as “real” as I thought they were. Not as “modest” at heart. Some
are just wolves in a lambskin. Those
whom I thought were going to stay ‘jobless’ with me, suddenly joined something
and got super busy. Those whom I thought were mean-girls-material were as real
as my breath.
(don’t misunderstood, though. I may have
failed in executing the approaches, but I hardly ever miss
reading someone or a group of people. Some are just as mean girls as they
could, some are just as annoyingly nerdy and serious as fuck, some are just too
cool to hang out with me, some groups are just full of creative heads–and my
brain’s potential is not up to par to
hang out with them)
I learned
various social life cultures in college, and get to explore the one area in
Jakarta I hardly ever step a foot on: the South. If you’re not a Southern kid,
you will get so perplexed with the roads as there are lots of small roads and
the map seems intertwined. I still can’t navigate places very well (in general),
but at least I learn how to read maps, navigate a little, and predicting
distance. New skill gained: navigation.
A friend of
mine (love-hate that bitch) explained to me excitedly about the lifestyle
(especially the social part) of the Southern kids, while another friend would
listen passionately. I get to embrace the culture of “nongkrong” (I couldn’t
translate it in English, because the translation would be “hanging out” and it’s
too general to define “nongkrong”–similar case to “jayus”). Before college (and
these bitches), my peers are the kind who don’t do “nongkrong”. When we hang
out together, we’d eat happily at a restaurant or the food court, something,
then window shopping or go to the theatere, then go home. We wouldn’t spend,
like, Rp50.000,- for a cup of coffee with artistic foam, and just stay seated
at the coffee shop for hours. I personally couldn’t get any focus in public
places like that (exception for bookstores, my heaven on earth –but not
library, though, they got different vibes, which I’ll have to explain in a separate
post), let alone working or reading. I’d rather be at my room, on my bed, where
I could wear whatever, look like shit, and not wear pants. I only go to coffee
shops to chat with some friends, a light activity that doesn’t require much
focus.
[My mom said that it’s a perfect
combination. My (Chinese-dominated) peers taught me how to thrift, have strong
principles to not get easily swayed by others, good manners and morality, while
the Southerns taught me how to have fun, deal with social life and explore
stuffs.]
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