The Samba Bro Next Door
I am really not sure what I am doing here at the middle of the night. I really don’t know.
There might have been a “small” tiny, bitsy case where I got caught speaking to myself in Korean on the washroom mirror by my Brazilian exchange dorm mate (yes, 6 people share the same washroom) and then got stared upon like some retard for the next few seconds which felt like eternity. I admit it’s quite stressful when somebody does that to you. Although, to be fair to him, you don’t usually expect someone to be talking to the mirror at 4 am. How about knocking the door for a change? Clearly, I am not that crazy to turn the lights off when I talk to the mirror (even though i have experimented it once, you know the "closing all the senses" thing)
I wish sometimes that I had this awesome talent to change awkward moments into something more…harmonious..if that’s the right word. Like when you get caught doing something stupid and go laugh about it together. Unfortunately, with our Brazilian, world cup host bro, that period of “lets laugh together” was long gone.
It had all started off well. I helped him once open his room door when got he locked out just when his kidneys were about to slaughter him. Since I was the superhero for the day, we sparked up a few amiable sentences here and there, asking him where he was from and after finding out he was from Samba land, lying about how brazil is the best football team in the world. *moves his head from left to right* And explain further that I was planning on going there on 2014, do some samba with the Brazilian girls, eat whatever food they had and watch Germany win the world cup..oh.,woops...brazil win the world cup, yeah. *coughs*. We had Nepali rum after that, a good talk about his table tennis club, all was going good but then we hit a solid brick wall of awkwardness.
This is what happens every day when we see each other. I come out and if he comes out from his room at the same time, we both raise our hands and then say “hey, man” at the SAME TIME. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, we become so conscious about not letting the awkwardness creep in that we deliberately again say “what’s up,” try to act cool, AT THE SAME TIME. Any third person sitting and observing this would have his hand on his head, trying to figure out what’s wrong with the world.
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(falls off flat on the computer keyboard and dozes off into momo land)