After a very long time, I finally got to experience the feeling of having a crush on someone. Someone who was genuinely nice and sensitive, kind, smart, and interesting. Truly, it feels quite delirious, something I have never felt that much before. I think there was a time (a small duration) when I did, but it was immediately followed with a kind of guilt that was refreshingly absent here. I did not like the crush back then, because I felt I didn’t need it. But right now, I like this one, it feels great to like someone and be able to make a friend because of that. I was able to make a friend at this camp because I liked him. Of course, this is immediately succeeded by thoughts about how I totally am way out of his league (one of my closest friends told me that she will punch me if I said that, but honestly, this is the truth). But that is alright, there is the realisation that he might not like me that way, but I am perfectly okay if he just stays a friend. of course, that is difficult because we live vastly different lives, in different countries, but it would be nice to continue to stay in touch, I guess. I would love that, I really would.
I wish I could speak a bit more about my fears over here, but I also know that this is not my diary for me, so I shall refrain. I shall give away too much information if I go beyond this, and I want to hold on to something, just for myself. Just to keep inside my head, to think about and feel equal parts delirious and nervous about. I also think I am facing some kind of weird withdrawal symptoms–I want to get back to the camp, not so much to university. It is funny because a month back I was rearing to get to university. But I think I am only now properly seeing the true worth of this country and I want some more time here. But I guess, I have to finish my university education before I can give a shot at applying for higher studies in the UK. If anything, I am more convinced than ever that I shall apply mainly to the UK for higher studies. If I get to meet more people like these guys, I would be super glad, I truly would.
It has been a good week, in retrospect. Made me learn a lot of new things, things I would have probably never had the chance to learn otherwise. I got to be a person I could feel proud of, who was liked by at least a few children. In fact, a few small girls around the age of 7 came in search of me, just to hug me and say goodbye. If that is not wholesome, I don’t know what is. The kids were the cutest things on camp (aside from my crushes, but hush now, don’t make me gush) and I was once again reminded of why I really loved kids. Kids are wholesome little monsters, they do the cruellest things (as much as they are capable of, I mean) in the most heartwarming way. I wish I could be a kid again and get away with the stuff they do. But I know that is a desire that can never be fulfilled, so I content myself with being someone the kids can trust and look up to. There are times when my own mischief bubbles out of me, out of control, but I like to think that only endeared me to the kids more than anything. Adults are out of the question here, to be honest.
Adulting is hard, especially when you know you have to set a good example but you can’t help but feel that swell of mischief from time to time. There would be times when I would feel like I should throw a plastic cup across a couple of tables into the bin. I know that I would be embarrassingly unsuccessful at it, but it would still be a niggling urge at the back of my mind. But I would be eating food with a bunch of twelve-year-olds, who I wouldn’t want to see me do something like that. So I would calmly get up, collect the other trash from around me, go to the bin and put them in. This gave everyone the impression that I was a very responsible person, an impression I tried very hard to maintain, so much so that I actually got quite annoyed seeing trash on the floor soon after that. It does say something about me, I need just a few days to develop a habit. I believe that is the case with a lot of people, except that they give up in a couple of days. Maybe if we all faked it for long enough, we might one day actually make it?
And that’s my memory for the day.